Just went to get the lift down and out to the land of happy cigginess, and as I was stood waiting two young ladies joined me in the waiting for the lift ritual. They had both just come out of some meeting or another and one of them was holding a plate of “spare” yummy looking biscuits of the Jammy Dodger variety.
We got in the lift and as we descended they stopped chatting to each other and one of them said
“Would you like a biscuit?” to moi.
“My mother always said Never take biscuits from strange women in lifts”
“She was very far sighted!” said the biccy profferer.
“Well she was on a major course of drugs at the time” I offered.
Well at least they laughed.













