I had been drawn into the kitchen area like a pig snouting after truffles; Sheila from Accounts Payable had recently returned from an Egyptian holiday and had surpassed herself by bringing back the most revolting sweets imaginable. So revolting in fact, that I could not leave them alone so only had myself to blame for subsequent events.

The price for hanging out in the kitchen is that the Mole was cornered by the Treasurer who gave an update on the lamp post situation outside his house.

'The funny thing is, if you check the council regulations there is no need for an additional lamppost outside my house at all.' The Treasurer chuckled at the absurdity of modern bureaucracy.