I was ten minutes late into work and someone from the team had made me a blackcurrant and ginseng tea (slightly tepid, though it has to be said I do prefer to drink herb teas as a cordial). I explained the reasons behind my late arrival and my team leader smiled and said ’don’t worry’. Very bizarre, I could even detect a gentle smile. Just.
As I had left in a hurry this morning forgot to take a wrap of sandwiches from the freezer (I make a batch of tuna paste sandwiches up on a Sunday for the week and freeze them, I was using tinned tuna in brine until three months ago when I discovered discounted tuna paste didn't spoil as easily), however I wasn't to go hungry as senior solicitor, Marcus, had a lunch-time appointment and left remains of his brie and cranberry foccacia in the tea room. A tasty and filling result.
Mid afternoon we received an extra batch of post it notes and red pens with the stationary order, as a thankyou for our loyal custom (they must have overlooked the overdue bills, unpaid by finance yet again!). A welcome surprise considering our meagre stationary budget.
I returned home half hoping that my luck would continue in the guise of love. In hope I checked the answermachine only to discover a begging message from Ray asking me to cover tomorrow's late night Valentine's radio slot. The ball is in my court I thought, I was going to ’let him sweat’ but called straight back. You can’t pass up opportunities like that eh?
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