I've had another one of those moments. You know, like when you are walking down the street and you trip over something that isn't there. You look around to make sure noone was watching you. I didn't trip, I was doing a good deed. The lady who cleans the offices at work collects used postage stamps for charity. She used to ferret about in the bin every day checking for envelopes with stamps on them. So I decided to save her the bother and take the stamps off and put them on the window sill so she would no longer run the risk of catching botulism from the remnants of mine and the boss's previous day's lunch.
So I collected the post, there was this big A4 envelope with a stamp on. I sat down and thought of the cleaner, tore the stamp off and went to put it on the window sill. Oops, I had forgotten to open the letter first, I had torn the corner off the pages inside. I opened it and it was an appraisal that had been returned after signing. I spent the next little while making amends with the sticky tape, I also had a little look over my shoulder to make sure noone had seen me! There was noone there so this is just between you and me, OK?
