Bark at the Moon

I caught someone eating sausages today.

Fido, on Janice’s team, thought he could get away with a sneaky sausage between calls. He had twenty of them wrapped up in a napkin in his top drawer.

“I’m on the Atkins.” He protested.

Oh, that’s ok then.

We name him Fido because of his big, bushy, brown beard. I confiscated the offending bangers and sent an e-mail circular reminding everyone of the eating policy.

He came over as he was leaving. “I hold my hands up boss. It won’t happen again.”

He had hair on his palms.

Perhaps my mother’s warnings were right. I can feel another New Year’s resolution coming on …