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Monday, November 30th, 2009 02:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanAnd so it begins.
Despite it being 30 November, the first email has arrived from a colleague informing is that festive biscuits are available on one of the filing cabinets and so there are. A honking great box, with a selection of just about every standard biscuit available: the assault on the waist line begins.
Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t want to stop these random acts of seasonal generosity, but it does get rather difficult to resist feeding oneself when biscuits and mince pies start taking up residence in the office. Unlike Furtle, I do not profess myself immune to the charms of baked product. Quite the reverse in fact, which is why I rarely have them in the house. I find it almost impossible to ignore the presence of biscuits, even the ones I wouldn’t buy myself gain additional lustre when they’re free and bountiful.
Oh dear.
Despite it being 30 November, the first email has arrived from a colleague informing is that festive biscuits are available on one of the filing cabinets and so there are. A honking great box, with a selection of just about every standard biscuit available: the assault on the waist line begins.
Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t want to stop these random acts of seasonal generosity, but it does get rather difficult to resist feeding oneself when biscuits and mince pies start taking up residence in the office. Unlike Furtle, I do not profess myself immune to the charms of baked product. Quite the reverse in fact, which is why I rarely have them in the house. I find it almost impossible to ignore the presence of biscuits, even the ones I wouldn’t buy myself gain additional lustre when they’re free and bountiful.
Oh dear.