Mission Accomplished

[caddyman]

It is a trying time when you return to your desk and find that your coffee cup has disappeared.

Especially when you are pretty sure that it was supposed to be full.

Now, being an absent-minded type, I knew that it was entirely possible that I'd only intended to fill the mug, but not actually done so. But the fact it was missing entirely suggested that it might have got as far as the tea-point. Of course, since I had no recollection of talking to anyone there, and I'm not quite that forgetful, and a quick check revealed that the mug was indeed not there something else must have happened.

A quick look round my usual haunts in the office drew further blanks.

At this point, and I kid you not. I receive an e-mail in morse code. So. Suspicion raises its ugly head. Consulting my colleagues I enquire, "Has >name deleted< been to my desk while I was away?"

Blank stares and shaken heads by way of reply.

Still, I am nothing if not subtle, and I look again at the morse code message and quickly ascertain the correct course of action.

The effect of an implied threat of astounding and mind-boggling physical abuse, the like of which would cause Amnesty International to twitch in horror, really does produce quite remarkable results.

I have my coffee mug back and en-coffee'd.

My suspicion was correct and my colleagues are either in league with the justly chastised villain or even less observant than me.

In an act of charity brought on by the caffeine rush, I shall give them the benefit of the doubt.

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Inspector Morse

[romney.livejournal.com]

Don't forget that the Opera-loving, hard-drinking Morse died of a heart-attack.

Give up Opera now.