...as it's getting dangerous. Children keep appearing at my shoulder at inappropriate moments. Such as the crowd gathered around my laptop (I was teaching them to use Flash) when the following message popped up from a female colleague:
L: What shall we do about Lube?
Students: What's lube?
Mr B: Er, nevermind.
I should point out that Lube is a nickname for another colleague. And should then point out that the nickname stems from predictive text christening her such. Rather than anything to do with her hobbies.
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