.... is not the name of Tracey Emin's latest work, funnily enough. It's what was spotted on the lawn in the centre of my office on the first day back last Monday.
Someone had carefully walked through the snow and drawn a giant penis in it.
How we laughed as we scurried to the windows to watch the security men trying to cross it out by walking over it. Leading to the effect of someone trying to scribble out graffiti on a toilet wall.
I don't know what was going through their heads when they were doing that, but rarely have I ever been so glad that I hold the job I hold.
Happy New Year.
November 2024's Lonks
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