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Dec. 27th, 2007 03:52 pmWalking round the corridor on my way up to the unit this morning, I passed three cleaners. "What are you doing here?" one lady asked me. "You shouldn't be in today."
"In the Telephone Unit it's business as usual," I explained.
"Oh, 'Bah Humbug', are they, your bosses? Ours too," she replied.
After about an hour someone put the last of the Celebrations - about 10 each of Milky Way and Bounty and a couple of Mars - on the nibbles table. Someone else, presumably to encourage us back to healthy eating after the excesses of Christmas, had put a few pieces of fruit there. I went for the tasty rosy red apple.
"In the Telephone Unit it's business as usual," I explained.
"Oh, 'Bah Humbug', are they, your bosses? Ours too," she replied.
After about an hour someone put the last of the Celebrations - about 10 each of Milky Way and Bounty and a couple of Mars - on the nibbles table. Someone else, presumably to encourage us back to healthy eating after the excesses of Christmas, had put a few pieces of fruit there. I went for the tasty rosy red apple.
