Where’s Mr Tumnus?

I’ve managed, as usual, to amuse my colleagues. Boss was complaining that she had holes in her jacket pockets, and as (upon inspection) it was just the seam in the lining that’d gone, I offered to repair it. Apparently I’m weird for having needle, thread, and scissors in my desk drawers! Boss is cheerful – no more rummaging around in the lining of her jacket for missing spare change…

The trait of having STUFF in my desk drawers – needle, thread, buttons, ibuprofen, bandaids, scissors, food, tea, misc – amused folks at my previous job too. The 19 year old, who had just (most gratefully) borrowed needle and thread to sew his trouser button back on, had a rummage in there once.

“Jeez, Mahal, what else have you got in there? A portal to Narnia?”