From the secret journal of.....
Well, work has been going along steadily, the usual as far as summers go. Most of the reports we seem sto be filing are from tourists complaining to the foreign ministries about little and, well, silly things. For instance, this morning I had to talk to someone from France because a woman complained about how the house elf didn't fold the bedding correctly in her hotel room. Honestly. I am sure I have much better things to do than try to smooth over disturbances like this but it is all in a day's work. As soon as summer ends, the complaints usual dwindle out as well.
I am glad to say that I also have my bedroom situation figured out but... Well, I suppose it's only natural that the next stage of one's relationship would progress to this next step but...
Oh dear. I must go. I have just heard that a man and his girlfriend will not leave the Italian Ministry alone because the woman, who is allerigc to chocolate, had a reaction to the chocolate mint left on her pillow. Nevermind that you have to *ask* for the chocolate. As soon as I finish this, I shall get to go home.
I am glad to say that I also have my bedroom situation figured out but... Well, I suppose it's only natural that the next stage of one's relationship would progress to this next step but...
Oh dear. I must go. I have just heard that a man and his girlfriend will not leave the Italian Ministry alone because the woman, who is allerigc to chocolate, had a reaction to the chocolate mint left on her pillow. Nevermind that you have to *ask* for the chocolate. As soon as I finish this, I shall get to go home.