"Hello, Henley, how are you? I've not seen you in ages."
"You know I've been on long-term sick."
"Yes. How's things now?"
"Not too bad, I guess. I'm back in work."
"I suppose so. Couldn't stay off much longer: I've had to remortgage the house and half-pay on the sick couldn't cover the outgoings. Been paying the mortgage by credit card."
"Ouch. That's bad. You are OK now, though, aren't you?"
"Oh yes. Strong enough to survive working for Helminthdale Council. Do you know what Arthur said to me when we sat down to do my return-to-work?"
"I shudder to think."
"His opening gambit was: 'You have to realise that your sickness record may jeapordise your job, don't you?'"
I'm human enough to still be able to register shock. There's a layer of line management in this council populated by utter arseholes.