I had a bunch of flowers delivered to myself today, with ‘Dear Catherine. Congratulations on your new appointment. Love from Donna’ written on the card. I’m going to leave it inside my front gate for a couple of days to see what happens.
The men at work keep readjusting themselves. They don’t even know they’re doing it. What is the matter with them? And why do I notice?
Also, I’ve been noticing at work lately that whenever any of us make a mistake Stuart is on to us, but when he does, he just says, ‘Mea Culpa’, and we’re all then supposed to forget that he made an error and move on. I think I might start saying ‘Mea Culpa’.