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Tuesday, February 06, 2007

The sound of one hand clapping

Tilly has taken to spending most of her time sitting at the only desk anywhere on the floor without a telephone. Functionally this might be a disadvantage to a Library Secretary but suits Tily down to the ground. This has not gone unnoticed. A telephone rings stridently.

On the eleventh ring Tilly shouts out: "Is that my 'phone?"

"Yes," responds a chorus of people making no move whatsoever to pick up the call.

"I'd best answer it then," shouts Tilly, making a show of running slowly to her desk. A good twenty yards away from the desk next to the one she was sat at, which has a 'phone that could have easily picked up the call.

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