"I know!" I trill brightly. "Let's do that papier maché dinosaur!"
We get out the box and study the instructions.
(Note the peeling leprous glue on my thumb in this picture )
I leave it outside and try to forget this day ever happened.
Sitting on the sofa with a large and inhabitual vodka tonic several hours later a rhythmic drumming noise vaguely registers somewhere in my consciousness. It's raining.
"The fucking dinosaur!" I screech and run outside into the tropical storm which is battering the south of Brussels. The dinosaur has lost head and tail. I bring it in and try to stick them back on with superglue.
"You do know that won't work?" says the CFO, heedlessly ignoring the mortal danger he is once more putting himself in.
To be continued....
(= I'll upload a pic of the creature when/if we finish it and I achieve the right cocktail of meds)