The question is - can a yodeller be a government 
employee, a troubadour in the ranks, on the stairs, 
in the open-plan office - combating noisy auxiliary 
personnel conversation? And the answer is - yes, 
me - I’m that yodelling troubadour who practices
on the stairs, sings in an open-plan office, throws 
caution to the wind & matches rising noise levels 
with a rendition of “Yo-de-le-di-da-dil-dee” - plus 
the hiccupping that’s part of its charm, or its lack; 
they can film the National Language Service with 
confidence as we’re noisy, happy & dedicated to 
deliver hi-quality, correct, checked & researched 
work merged with proven texts for Government 
Departments - our loud discussions of weddings 
disrupted by 3-year-old toddlers and my beloved 
being unloving without intent and the dire lack of 
three quotations for a sworn Chinese document 
ought to be as interesting as nonsense I see on 
sitcoms, no fear of boredom or repetition, we’re
original enough in complaints about half-yearly 
assessments when we’ve been given but three 
documents to translate, it will keep audiences 
fascinated - so, let me stop right here, this will 
bore quite a few I think - especially
those knowing the drill…
[10 October 2014]
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