J: Bloody hell. I've just signed a birthday card to someone in the office who I've [1] never heard of, and [2] never even seen. She came into the office and was given her birthday card. A crowd gathered around her, the usual thing. I was looking at the crowd. I've never seen this woman before (Kat). And in the crowd, there were four others whom I've never seen before, and two people whose names I don't know. If C would only get another job, I think I could exist completely forgotten in this corner.

me: Oh my god. A total of 42 emails have been exchanged in this thread and only now did I bother to figure out the significance of the email subject header.

J: Ha ha ha ha ha. Fucking hell, that's a long thread though, isn't it.

me: It's what I'm hoping to do when I get to Leeds.
me: Quietly exist in a forgotten corner, that is.
me: I'm going to have to blog that about the raisins. It's (argh) mad, innit.

J: It's a mad, mad, mad, mad world.

me: Fucking hell J, Homer Simpson is starting to SNORE.

J: Is that him ASLEEP? It's a good job the last (but one) person from the team just went home because I am PISSING MYSELF.
J: I mean, proper fucking laughing.

me: wait wait wait. i got a better picture. look, his head is at that 'i'm about to jump awake' angle.

J: Bushra, that is hilarious. If only you could share it upon the world wide web. He really is Homer Simpson!

me: Any second now, I'm going to laugh so much. He did that thing where you stretch your arms and look around bewildered but it only looks sweet on little nieces and nephews. And now he's gone again!

J: I don't want to get you into trouble by encouraging you to get a picture of him from the front. But get a picture of him from the front.

me: He's gone home now, but I did notice a spot on the way out of the office where I can get a perfect shot. So watch this space.