Thursday, April 7

Fluffy tummy time ...

... So, apparently, when my Ma was a young journalist, there was a sub editor (chief sub I think, I should check) who was quite hirsute.
I'm told that, late at night when moral was down, he'd leap up, expose his man-befurred belly and shout for all to hear "it's fluffy tummy time". He'd probably be arrested nowadays, if he existed at all (industry grumble).

9 comments:

Wendy said...

I learn so many words from you. hirsute, covered in hair... who knew.
love that little tummy.. it looks as soft as.. bamboo cotton. have you felt that stuff its amazing

xxx

Zoomie said...

One can't but wonder how he got started on that idea - what made him think that would be a morale-booster?? Now, _kitty_ tummies - that's a whole different thing.

cookiecrumb said...

Sounds rather funny to me!

Pink Granite said...

In so many ways, it really was a simpler time.
;o)

Ms Brown Mouse said...

Wendy, I have some bamboo leggings, they are lovely and soft indeed! And isn't hirsute a wonderful word?
Zoomie, I dunno, it would have made me laugh - late night subbing takes a particular kind of humour to survive (but kitteh tummies are the best I agree).

Ms Brown Mouse said...

Cookie, yeah, and I have this odd feeling in the back of the brain box that the gent in question ended up being an uncle (& the editor of a major meto newspaper). Must check with mum.
Lee, it was, it was indeed :)

e said...

Fluffy tummy time would have totally cracked me up, ergo, boosted morale. I'm all about insanity at the office. And squee!

Ms Brown Mouse said...

E, yeah, laughter in the office is a must!

Anonymous said...

Right, daughter. He did exist, and he did end up being a relative, as you say. It DID boost morale, as did the 10pm sending out of copykid for hot sugar doughnuts.
And the 2am hot bread from the nearby bakery, slapped with butter and Vegemite. themother