Nancy's team had congregated round their desks, sorting out the next few days' deliveries for housebound customers, the boxes for tomorrow morning's Blind Book Club at Umpty Library and the nursing home deliveries for Catty and Carbootsale. I couldn't resist it...
"I see, while the cat's away... Trying to fill Nancy's shoes, eh?"
"Oh no. We couldn't cope with the hard work of all that sitting down doing the crossword," replies Lippy.
It disgusts me to know how much it irks me that Nancy's on the same pay scale as me. It doesn't irk me as much as the people she's paid to manage.