Waiting for Security

There are nice twiddly bits on the pillars supporting the porch at work. Normally I don't spend much time under the porch but I'd locked myself out of the office and was in great need of the keys to the garage to to get my bicycle and go home. So I waited for the chap from security to come down with a set of keys. Fair play, he was patient as I rummaged for the keys in the office. His patience was exemplary when I found that I hadn't locked the keys in the office and that they were available the whole time. The seniority of this senior moment was very senior indeed.

Still, there are nice twiddly bits on the pillars.