40,000 bees were delivered to the office today, though I don't think anyone counted them to check.
The boots that were removed from the charity box on Monday didn't fit the person who removed them so they were touted round the team. Cinderella turned out to be the boss and she happily stashed them under her desk. She didn't take them home on Monday, nor Tuesday, and she wasn't in today. Last night I even considered nipping back to the office to liberate them, but thought better of it since I'd be on CCTV.
But today the others left early so I put the boots in my bag and brought them home.
But obviously I'd stepped on a crack in the pavement and summoned the bears because my heart began to race, I could feel it crashing around in my chest, I could hear my pulse swooshing in my ears and had little black spots in front of my eyes. I can recognise panic and so the only thing I could possibly do was take them back so that nobody is blamed for stealing pre-stolen goods.