Life in a Fishbowl Page #5

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Yes! You did a fantastic job.

A little too much doomsday

prophecy, for my taste at least.

But I lifted the numbers a little,

within the margins,

before Hannes got to see it.

We don't freak out the investors, right?

Come on boys! Let's nail these losers!

Damn! C'mon boys!

Bloody fuckface!

- Gsti! Is he in your department, that idiot?

- Dive, dive.

- Thanks for the game.

- You too, good to get some opposition.

I'm not sure how much

opposition that was...

People get completely out of

control in this game.

It's rubbish, they should ban all

these low tackles, and the insults.

Men calling each other

"fuckface" and carrying on.

Exactly, Siggi should be banned

from playing football of course.

- Have you finished the report?

- Yes, Siggi took it.

- And how does it look?

- Not good.

But Siggi managed to fix it a little.

- Do you have a copy for me?

- Yes, but won't the investment get it anyway?

Yes, but perhaps I'd like

to see your version.

Ok, I'll send it to you.

So my man.

- You did well, cheers.

- Gsti, this was not good.

You're screwed up Sigurur.

I'm just grateful to have both feet.

Yes, you just need to call your mother.

Hey, you're coming with

us to Florida right?

- What? Florida?

- He's all in.

- To Florida?

- Yes, 2nd weekend in November. We'll go then.

- Well, I'll check my calendar.

- Yeah, and pencil the trip in.

- See if we can find a sitter.

- No need for that, Agnes stays home.

This is just business - guys only.

We're not taking the kids with us.

- Gsti, are we?

- No.

Good to have someone

sensible come along.

What was the score?

4-0 or what? 4-2.

My dear man...

- Siggi was happy with the report.

- Mhm?

Just needed to make

a few little adjustments.

Yes, Ok.

Yes...

And I'm invited on a business trip,

with the boys, to Florida next month.

Really?

Am I invited?

- No, it's just a business trip darling.

- What bullshit.

- So, when do you go?

- The second weekend.

- In?

- Next month.

- On Masl's birthday?

- Sh*t.

I have to go...

- Agnes...

- Yeah, you don't say.

But we always wake on

the same floor again,

and stare into each other

through, at nothing.

Good evening.

Right then, here's a nature poem.

Composed after a brief encounter

with a prima donna.

She loves lollypops...

But doesn't like mine.

Excuse me.

Excuse me...

Excuse me?

- Is it going a bit slow?

- Eh, yes.

- Man, here.

- Yes.

So it's just self service?

It's most often like that unfortunately.

Thanks for that...

- Hello, I'm Eik.

- Hello, ormur.

You're working at the

preschool by the pond, right?

Yep, is that why you're always

hanging about outside the preschool?

Yeah, right... But how is it,

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