I'm never very productive anyway. As Ed will confirm, my title of Company Secretary essentially means I get paid ok to do a very undefinable job, most of which concerns, bizarrely, having coffee made for me and crouching down beside vehicles.
I've just made a wooly/latex gloves combo so I can throw snowballs (and stones) at my colleagues without getting cold hands.
Got to go - someone's just made me another coffee. Well, it'd be rude not to drink it, wouldn't it?
