Just down the road from my office is a little cafe called the Brown Bag.
Sometimes – although normally on a Friday – the youngest members of the office decamp here and we enjoy a whole solitary hour in the comfort of the big brown leather sofas, putting the world to right over a luxurious strawberry milkshake.
Except me, since I can only enjoy anything dairy now in moderation, so I make do with a tea.
You see, apparently one of my ‘enzymes’ has gone missing.
The local constabulary since however have told me “it is not a police matter”.
Deeply disappointing.
