My boss is on holiday. This morning she phoned me in work to ask me to do things and to give me her phone number - in case.
I forget about work when I am on holiday. Heck, I forget about work when I leave the office. Even if I'm only going to make a cup of tea.
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Alun had to go to a meeting today. As he was leaving the office he tried to lock me in, condemning me to a fate worse than death: two hours without chocolate. (We have those locks that can only be opened from the outside.) When that failed, he turned off the light on the stairs, obviously hoping I'd fall down them. I don't know why he did this to me; I am sure I have not been rude to him recently. No more than usual anyway.
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I stopped on the way home at a postbox. As I pulled in, a man walked into the middle of the road and took a photo of the white lines. 'Unusual hobby you have,' I said.
'I collect toothpaste lids too,' he said.