Bad traders

We chatted for over 15 minutes. There was plenty of opportunity to look them over. And indeed I suggested that he do. He didn't know what to do with the wheels -- talk about being out of his league.

This bit is quite funny- let me describe the scene.

It's late Feb, unseasonably warm. I'm in shirtsleaves when I pop out to meet Skylark, who is standing directly in front of the door to my office.

Despite the warm weather Skylark is wearing blue, all in one bibbed tights over a wooly jumper.

There is absolutely no way I would be able to pass off this meeting as work related with someone who looks so remarkable, and here we are directly in front of the doors where one of my directors is likely to pass through at any time.

To say that I want to get things done fast is an understatement.

I'd say the fifteen minutes that Skylark remembers was more like 1.5 minutes, mainly of me trying to get to the "thanks, bye!" stage without being rude.

Once this is done I went round the back to the goods entrance, up to stores, and drop off the wheels in order to get back to my desk before my boss notices that I had gone somewhere.