It’s a Dog’s Life…

(Prodigal spoon) In my work, there is a shared canteen space. Microwave, tables, sink, communal fridge, vending machine (when it works). You get the idea, you’ve seen a hundred like it, right down to the cork board with its pinned cards and dated notices. I could talk about the shared fridge…could, but it wouldn’t beContinue reading “It’s a Dog’s Life…”

It’s a Dog’s Life…

( sick Burn(s) ) Why “Burns” supper? Why not a Shakespeare luncheon? I’m pretty sure I’ve asked that before, but having – over the years, celebrated the Bard’s birthday many, many times, we’ve heard most of the poems, had innumerable witty toasts and replies, so we tend to be very relaxed about inclusion of workContinue reading “It’s a Dog’s Life…”