Today is closing day, so the head gardener decided it was time to spray the castle courtyard. All they need is the spraying to get started right away. It takes almost half a county to gather enough spray for the large castle area, which is very different from the normal gardens. It's Monday, after two morning cups of coffee, post-weekend fatigue and caffeine cause the castellan not to swear much. With a third coffee in hand, he watches the spraying progress from his office window. Around half past ten, the action is complete! At 10:40 the local kindergarten enters the castle courtyard. Do the teachers have any special powers?!
Tasks should be formulated precisely and without ambiguity. For example, the command, "Don't put the sunflowers in here, they're dropping pollen and ruining the furniture!" certainly doesn't fit the definition. The new sunflower decoration was moved to the adjacent room, to the historic table, because the castellan's prohibition does not apply in this room; he clearly stated 'here'. The choleric nature of the castellan causes gallbladder pains and outbursts of rage at this move, which are then discussed at length by the appropriate collective over coffee and cookies. (If this situation sounds familiar, one might mention Diava, chlorine cleaners, portable ladders, hairy dusters, and other castle things instead of pollinating flowers.) After cooling down, the castellan ordered four kilograms of coffee to soothe his gallbladder.
Wednesday is usually the day for inspections, which means that most inspections (why the castellan doesn't know) are scheduled on this day. Two members of our country's fire department showed up today. Roof repairs have been made and now need to be inspected. This clearly indicates that there will be an increase in the number of Wednesday inspections! The Castellan has repeatedly expressed his concerns over the past few days and asked his staff to avoid any smoking related activities on this day. ... Smoke is already billowing behind the cash register. The smoking section of the staff has organised a small smoking break as the lieutenants come around the corner. The lieutenants smile at the smoking staff members who are standing next to a sign informing them that the monument building is a completely smoke-free area. Castellan's gallbladder is getting nervous. Smoke suddenly billows from the workshop windows on the other side. The carpenter has just today decided to take off the old paint from the castle shutters, which he removed at Easter, about five months ago. The trustees smile and the castellan's gallbladder begins to boil as he tries to stop the activity in question heading towards the workshop. The inspection has taken place and everything has been agreed. At that moment, the grey smoke from the workshop chimney drifts across the courtyard. When the carpenter was stopped in the act of burning the shutters, he thought he might at least burn in the stove the papers with the personal details from the castellan's office that had been handed to him at the end of last year. The lieutenants, walking across the smoke-shrouded courtyard, were laughing openly, and the castellan's gall bladder collapsed. There is not enough coffee to soothe him!
It's a beautiful, calm autumn morning. The castellan stands with his coffee in his favourite porcelain mug by the window, watching the courtyard from his office. The gardeners have arrived. They are planting the boxwood hedges. That's all right. Phase one planting, phase two planting. The third time, they've come quickly! The tractor braked sharply in a place where work was already underway. Something that looks like a combination of Tai Chi and yoga is starting to happen over the hedge. One gardener is crawling by his hands into the boxwood. Like an Indian above the greenery, he listens. The other gardener, in another place, is sinking into the bush, adjusting her ear and listening. They are admirable gardeners! They listen to the greenery they care for, the castellan naively thinks! But after a quarter of an hour he can't stand it and leans out of the window to ask what's going on! While replanting the shrubs, one of the gardeners puts her new smart watch under a boxwood. Now it's floating above the flower bed, trying to see where it might beep paired with a mobile phone. The castellan wishes them good luck in their search and quickly closes the window so his laughter doesn't make the situation worse.
Thursday's incident was not forgotten. Instead of dividing up the tasks, the castle employees started to fight over who lost what at the morning coffee meeting. The other gardener shyly volunteered that her watch had also been lying somewhere in the 13-hectare garden for several weeks. The gardening technician had already lost two wireless headphones. The last gardener felt sorry for his colleagues, so he offered them a bra he discovered in the castle park last week as compensation. You really can't boss someone like that!
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