Tomasz's damb squib

Tomasz was put in his place today, being strictly told there was "no time for chit-chat"; perhaps just as well, since Simone was co-presenting at that moment. Possibly why the gallery were laughing at the diktat, no bromance banter for Tomasz and Simon.



At lunchtime he chuckled at having to effectively repeat his forecast from yesterday.
Then talked of things being "moist", and things being a "damp sqib". I was having my lunch at the time, and I almost choked on my growler.