2 November 2016, 12.30 pm
Now it is time for the monthly officers’ lunch. These meetings are better done in person than by phone because it is a messy business assembling your lunch round a telephone. So it is nice to be here, back with my old officer friends and a new selection of sandwich fillings. The EyeEyePeePee and I spend many happy moments trying to decipher said sandwich fillings. One of them might be falafel. Equally, it might be pork stuffing. The distinction is important because the EyeEyePeePee does not eat meat. Not even for CIPA. The others bring me up to speed with what’s been going on over the summer and how efficiently CIPA has been running without me. The Pee says it seems strange, having me around again. I say Get used to it. And instantly start asking awkward questions about the things that have not been going on because I was the only person who cared enough to do them. Not much has changed really, says the Pee, who doesn’t want to admit that his inbox is still full and still detailed but that it is no longer my fault. I tell him that he has certainly got more grumpy since I was last here, since in the last half hour alone I have witnessed him ranting about at least three different outrageous groups of not-CIPA people. The others try not to smirk and the EyeEyePeePee reaches for another hopefully-falafel sandwich. I can tell that Mr Davies and the others are delighted and ecstatic to see me again. These are also literary devices as defined in the preceding claim, and nothing whatsoever to do with the truth, which is that people are about as delighted to see me as I was to launch myself into the November dawn in pursuit of a smelly train carriage.
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