18. Wading In

“Do you want a little brownie, Sid, with your coffee? Sue made them last night.” I ask him.

“I made a little brownie this morning.” He replies.

I ignore him. It’s far too early for his childish comments. “Take one from the middle. The ones at the edge are a bit hard.” I continue.

Sid helps himself. “You need to drink more water if they’re too hard. You’ll give yourself piles.”

And 5-4-3-2-1. Here we go again. The oversharing colleagues.

“I had piles when I was pregnant with our Tommy. I couldn’t even reach to do the cream. I was that big. Our Andy had to do it. He didn’t want to, but I told him he got me into this state, and if he ever wanted to have sex again, then he’d better do it.” Interjects Sue.

“Er… too much information” Sid says, taking the unbitten brownie back out from his mouth. “I’m trying to eat here.”

“Well, you started it.” I mumble.


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