Hello, anyone around?

[carolynwhite2]

Miss H saunters in, looking tired but cheerful.

Well, I beat up all my staff, issued ultimatums to my directors, fired 
off a salvo of 'put up or shut up' emails to external troublemakers, 
and stomped home for a few days so-called relaxation. Also known as re-
building my flat, rescuing the garden..

Miss H suddenly realised she was talking entirely to herself. 

A litter of chocolate wrappers, gin bottles and party plates covered 
the floor. As the catalogue office hardly qualified as a stately home, 
it didn't come with a house elf. 'Evanesco' she said vaguely, waving a 
ruler. Nothing happened.

Well, when in doubt go down the pub. The George beckoned down on the 
sea shore. Kneasy was bound to be there, complaining about something...

Cheered by this thought, Miss H snapped shut the front door, the draft 
blowing a whole heap of neatly tidied posts off her desk into a muddle 
on the floor.