A Trick Of The Light
It’s Friday evening and as I load the dishwasher I try notto think how weary I am feeling. Sam has had a busy daytoo, I’ve heard about it over dinner, his unreliable officestaff and how the majority are taking time off due to‘stress’.‘Stress!’ he exclaims, they’ve never done a day’s workin their lives, how can they have stress?’I turn the dial, it clicks and I hear the whoosh of waterbeginning to fill the dishwasher. It’s a signal to Sam; hewill appear in the doorway and wink at me. I know...