Charm of child on Zoom call rapidly dissipating

THE novelty of a toddler interrupting a professional Zoom call is waning fast, all participants confirmed.

Despite having initially charmed attendees with his youthful antics, the accidental presence of three-year-old Jack Browne during a remote work call is quickly becoming a source of irritation among everyone who has dialled in.

Meeting host Joanna Kramer said: “Sure, we all cooed at Jack like we’d just seen a baby otter when he first came romping in. We may be corporate ghouls but we’re not heartless monsters.

“His routine needs work though. Bursting in to smash a Jaffa Cake over his mum’s face was a solid opener, but then he descended into tedious gurglings about bums and farts. You should always leave us wanting more, kid.”

Colleague Martin Bishop said: “As soon as I realised we were never going to go viral with Jack showing us his dinosaur toys and demonstrating how they would poop, I began to lose interest. You can only get away with sabotaging a Q2 sales report if you can secure us top billing on the BuzzFeed homepage.

“Credit where it’s due though, throwing Lego bricks at the webcam and screaming ‘I hate spreadsheets’ was the first honest contribution we’ve had in months.”

Browne’s mum Nikki said: “I really thought endless deafening shrieks would be a crowd-pleaser. But at least we’ve got notes to work with for next time.”

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Dad ready to unleash summer of lawnsplaining hell

THE arrival of summer has primed a father to condescendingly share his exhaustive lawn care knowledge with his ignorant family.

Amid soaring temperatures, Bill McKay’s wife and children are bracing themselves for a punishing few months of patronising lectures about strategic watering, higher lawnmower settings and phosphates.

Daughter Hannah said: “See that twitch in his left eye? Any second now, he’ll launch into an impassioned rant about why we mustn’t even think about aerating the soil.

“The slightest irritation sets him off. Perhaps mum won’t use the correct amount of lawnfeed, or maybe he’ll notice a single brown blade of grass. It’s not a question of if he’ll erupt, but when we’ll get a lecture about grass health that even Gardeners’ Question Time would cut for being too technical and unconsciously sexual.” 

Wife Mary said: “Forget swarms of holidaymakers and clothes sopping with backsweat, getting talked down to about weed management by my own husband is by far the worst part of summer. I’d rather get heat stroke.

“Nobody will be safe when he blows. We’ll be taken out instantly, obviously, but everyone in a 50-foot radius will suffer from the fallout of his green-fingered tirades. I dream of concreting over the f**ker and parking my Kia Sportage on it.” 

McKay said: “I notice you’re using a broadleaf herbicide during extreme heat. Allow me to tell you at length how f**king wrong you are.”