I eat my Lunch
Mood:  lazy
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Haven't got much to say for myself today, with no covert operations to undertake until we come up with a new plan, life is in a rut. I've even bought a paper today so I can have an up to date and correct TV guide after all the problems I've had with the cheapo one.
Working down in Casualty is a drag too, as I don't do the night shift as a rule, I don't get to sort out all the drunks etc that roll in once the pubs chuck out, so I don't get the chance to use the ancient art of Hava Nagida as often as I like. My days are currently filled with OAP's who've fallen over in Tesco's, and kids who've managed to insert all sorts of objects up their noses, although in some cases maybe they are practicing for their future careers as drug mules. I do like to talk as you all know full well, but as we are under pressure to meet our target of not keeping anyone waiting for more than 4 hours, the Duty Trolley Manager has banned me from doing that, so like a monk I have to walk around all day in silence. That can't be right though, I'm thinking of getting the Union involved.
Benny has been sighted, according to the latest intelligence report he is now driven around the streets of Stockwell and Kennington in an open top car, and prefers to stand instead of sit. If that's the case maybe I should dig out my sniper gear and take the fool out, a nice head shot would do the trick. However Councillor Liebeman wants him alive for some reason, so that plan is a non starter before it even begins. I would use Hava Nagida on him, but having been associated with Mossad in his time, Benny knows all the moves and how to deflect them, using earplugs is remarkably effective. When I get home tonight I'm going to trawl through some of the mission plans I have developed over the years and see if any of them might be the one. I've written so many that it's hard to keep track of them all.
Anyway got to go, some little brat has just been brought in with a Big Mac stuffed up their nose, I dread to think where he put the Fries.

Shalom