I was instructed to remain in the office for at least 10 minutes on Friday early avo, in retrospect I realise it was so The Hairy One could arrive, and was then presented with a massive box, wrapped thusly:
Someone found a brill idea somewhere. I had no idea what was going on, but a few boxes in, I could imagine. I say a few, it took a lot more than that to get to the end. Interspersed between layers was crumpled paper, crumpled bits of results, packing peanuts, bubble wrap, generic rubbish - you get the picture. Tissue box, glove box, reagent boxes... I destroyed the office, and it was the most fun I'd had in there in ages. (The cleaner refused to clean on Friday, I cleaned up first thing Monday morning).
Once I did get to the end of the yellow brick road I clamped my jaw, hugged the silly boys and ran off into the lab to 'flug my fly food'. I was't hiding tears, I swear. It was hayfever. Hayfever is embarrassing, don't you know.
The Baby One and The Hairy One. Words cannot express. Well...