I’m just a minnow in life’s executive river … a stone in the shoe of my employer. I am though, fortunate to belong to some small artistic (some say eccentric) gatherings which keep me sane (only just), that are purely recreational but essential for the soul.

Cid

I pull rank every Tuesday and oust young Mr Collins from his chair … in fairness he is quick to move, having sized up his chances of getting the largest biscuit before the mob descend!

With regard to your knife roll … my current equivalent looks very similar but contains an assortment of cosmetic brushes, each one viewed with the respect a Japanese warrior might give to his vintage sword collection!

Your article reminds me how painful training for any job can be. My latest job is as baffling as a pile of veg to a commis chef and not getting any easier. The fact that all the senior staff have to call me Ma’m might not be helping

Cid

I am called Ma’m in my official capacity and a myriad of others no doubt! Chef sounds better … I’ll change it to that, see how it goes down

Cid