A Life in the Day of Rosemary Booker - The Woody Back to School ...

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meaty swipes of the senior cane is even less
appealing than the trip across Katie’s knee I am
scheduled to make in the next few minutes so I resist
the temptation.
I roll my eyes and take a closer look at the
offending button. Significantly cracked is something of
an exaggeration but there is no disputing that there is
a hairline fracture although it is hardly noticeable
unless you were using a magnifying glass or a
jeweler’s loupe. Knowing Katie that is exactly the type
of kit that she requires her laundry inspectors to be
equipped with.
I grunt and toss the blouse back on her desk.
“Do you wish to appeal Booker?” she asks. Katie
continues to grin as she swings her long legs off the
top of the desk and stands up. She already knows my
answer before I shake my head.
Now one could argue that being slippered for
having a minor crack on a button is ridiculous.
However Katie’s counter-argument will be that I am
not actually being punished for the damage to the
button but the failure to take the time to properly
inspect my clobber last night before handing it in.
The Grand Master is a reasonable chap and
has made numerous revisions to the protocols to
remove many of the more trivial misdemeanors and
infractions from the list of offences that were reclassified
as ‘Zero-tolerance’ during Operation
Scorched Arse. However, by and large, the Politics of
Clobber have survived and remain intact. He supports
the notion that it is not an unreasonable burden on