Edgar Wood and the Milk

Training, January 4th. Tea break but, oops, no milk… so “Best” Geoff sent me out to buy a bottle. Ten minutes later, out of breath, in danger of a heart attack, I returned with the milk only to find the back door locked. Pressed the right hand  bell button, no response, then the left, same, then the right, then the left, then phoned Christine who rushed to the door, gasping for the cup of tea she’d been unable to make.

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