WordyUnwise

On rEtUrning to work after a fortnight’s holiday in the 1980s, the following conversation took place between me and a female co-worker who got the wrong end of the stick: ‘hello, griff, you look fit and well. have you been anywhere special on holiday?’ ‘Well, to my attic, actually.’ ‘Oh, it sounds nice — where’s that then?’ ‘it’s a small room at the top of my house . . .’ G. Loydd, Ottery St mary, Devon.