Whatever the politics going on at work, I am pleased to say that everyone gets on well with everyone. Thanks to a low turnover of staff (traditionally because the pay at Leicester was good but now because there are no other jobs to go to) most of us have worked together for many years, and we greet each other cheerfully at the beginning of the working week.
But there is one bloke who no-one is pleased to see walking into the office as usual on a Monday morning. At a time when our working life is challenging, he is likely to be greeted with a scowl, and a frown of disappointment. We would rather that Jonathon arrives late and with a letter of resignation in his hand. Why? Jonathon organises the lottery syndicate, and if he arrives at the office as usual on a Monday morning, then we haven’t won. Again.
Of course none of us expect to win, and we only hand over our hard earned pound as insurance against being unexpectedly the only person in the office on a Monday morning. Despite the remote prospects of winning, there were a few of us imagining how we would spend our portion of the £107 million pound British win last weekend. Until Jonathon arrived at work as usual.
Technically we live in Oaktree House, but sadly the tree had to go.
We now have a thriving Oakstump at the front of the house.
