An A-Z of magazine life: Y…

Y is for: Yawns. Blame our collective ages and the somewhat erratic air-con (see a previous post) but, regularly during the long afternoons, many a colleague was to be spotted snatching a crafty 40 winks behind teetering piles of knitting patterns, manuscripts, books and the like.  Once, at a very important meeting with one of the grown-ups, I spotted three colleagues in the process of nodding off and I myself had to be prodded alert by my boss, only to show myself up by saying loudly: “What?!” in response. Well, fancy ordering meetings to be held after one of our marathon slap-up lunches (see under “L”)!  They clearly hadn’t thought it through. Asking for trouble, they were. Really. Excuse me while I just make myself more comfortable…


Author: Hampton Caught

The rants and ramblings of an ex Deputy Fiction Editor of Woman's Weekly magazine.

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