I know, I know, only the best locations for my lunch break…
I had a bit of a crisis on my hands. I usually use one of my business cards to spoon out my salad but my last 12 were used to keep my fridge level.
It’s a good thing that we are about to score a new batch, when my job title changes to something even more obscure and embarrassing to mention at cocktail parties (I think I shall be a Talent Acquisition Manager this time next month…)
But the family came to the rescue. Not the gang of spongers that I share my life with, but the one real universal family, the one that congregates in huge blue and yellow hangars at the weekend, singing hymns to the glory of MDF.