Hm….
I've been away from here for a few days, been very, very busy, and our internet, bizarrely went down for 18 hours two days ago.
The dismal news first: We have been without coffee beans, (and hence espresso) for five days now. A consignment is awaited…..eagerly. Unfortunately, it seems that it may have to be flown into us……
Earlier today, I attended a meeting elsewhere, (an elsewhere where their well-stocked coffee shop actually served espresso in lovely little cups and saucers, and their coffee bar-tender was able to make freshly squeezed juices).
With an impressive degree of focus, I walked the short distance from one building to another, monitoring the uneven paving and strewn building materials between them rather carefully, as I proceeded into the meeting doing my best impression to impersonate the Mad Hatter, for I was balancing an exquisite espresso cup (and accompanying saucer) in one hand along with a glass of freshly squeezed fruit juice in the other. My briefcase awaited me on my seat, for I had arrived early with the avowed intention of arming myself with espresso and fruit juice. When I announced our tragic lack of espresso beans (for five whole days), my colleagues smiled benevolently and indulgently while everyone agreed that this constituted a case of extreme hardship and utter deprivation.
Re the riveting 'my burr is bigger than yours' discussion and posts, (really, guys, what can I say? You do know what I will say, don't you?) and the invitation extended to me to repond with some philosophical insights…….where does one start?
Reading this, I had a frisson of (again) bizarre deja vu, thus, all I can offer (for now) is a little story. That very day, as it happens, ironically perhaps, I had attended a meeting with my boss where one of those 'mine is bigger than yours, mine is much, much bigger than yours' moments occurred. Of course, but of course, but, of course, the initiator of this exchange was male (female competition takes a different form). It could not be otherwise. And of course, my boss was cheerfully oblivious (he is a nice guy, who likes espresso), for the exchange was not directed at him, but at me, and he didn't even notice it until I mentioned it to him, later on.
What was funny was that the initiator was our interlocutor, a well built powerful individual. Powerful personally, and powerful professionally, and powerfully built physically…..As it happens, I was the recipient, and the topic, (yes, this is where it becomes too hilarious for words) was not burrs, but pens. Mont Blanc fountain pens to be precise.
I was making rapid notes with my small, neat, black, Meisterstuck fountain pen, which is used (as is my MBA) daily; both are worked hard. Tea had been served (by a silent member of our host's staff) and my boss and our host were exchanging enthusiastic and voluble pleasantries. Around half way through the meeting - his sharp eyes missed little - our host and interlocutor produced a bloated squat object, encrusted with jewels. This was another, it so happens, Mont Blanc fountain pen (but not a model I am in any way familiar with) which he waved negligently around making circles in the air (while making certain that I had noticed it) to reinforce the point he was making, (the literal one and the metaphorical one) whereupon he then proceeded to scrawl a few offhand scribbles on a pad, (he never writes usually, I am reliably informed) while his uniformed minion, partially obscured by a wooden screen, offstage as it were, wrote furiously all the while.
Guys, guys, guys. When will you ever learn? It is not the size of the burr, or pen, or whatever, that counts, it's what you actually do with it…..