On my last day at the ministry, I was having difficulty attracting the attention of the guards at the door. On a usual morning, they would very happily hand over the keys to the office and return my wishes for a productive day - not today. After a while of hovering in the lounge area, I decided to let myself in through the electronic pod (checking if I have a low enough metal content to enter the building?) and knock on their door. As I swung in, I found myself nose to nose with a meter-long string on sausages... and lots of mammas, chanting the virtues of their creations. Easily distracted?
Happy Christmas.
sausages galore!
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