Reminds me of the story about a bloke I used to work with, dating from a time before I joined the department. One day, he didn't turn up for work, no phone call, nothing. Probably the most conscientious bloke you could ever meet, if a bit unworldly, and would stagger in to work even when he was feeling totally rotten, so everyone was a bit worried. When he re-appeared a couple of days later, it turned out that his house had been raided by the police because his lodger - who he thought imported cheese from the Netherlands - had been bringing back large quantities of stuff that wasn't Gouda, and it had taken a little while to sort things out.
Reminds me of the story about a bloke I used to work with, dating from a time before I joined the department. One day, he didn't turn up for work, no phone call, nothing. Probably the most conscientious bloke you could ever meet, if a bit unworldly, and would stagger in to work even when he was feeling totally rotten, so everyone was a bit worried. When he re-appeared a couple of days later, it turned out that his house had been raided by the police because his lodger - who he thought imported cheese from the Netherlands - had been bringing back large quantities of stuff that wasn't Gouda, and it had taken a little while to sort things out.
"Otherworldly" you say? "Thought it was cheese" you say?
If he was spreading that on his Jacob's cream crackers I'm not surprised he was otherworldly.
My fave was a colleague who rang in saying she had sprained her ankle after treading on a sausage in Ongar High Street. My gag when she came back to work was 'Don't Look Back in Ongar'
This thread is so old I may have posted this earlier but I once worked with a chap so large that he phoned in from the first floor reception one day to say he could not make it in as the lift was broken and he couldn't get up the next two flights of stairs!
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If he was spreading that on his Jacob's cream crackers I'm not surprised he was otherworldly.