In anticipation of my apotheosis as assistant solicitor, still some 6 weeks away, I have been assigned an office of my own.
Granted, I had to remove the floor to ceiling costs files that filled the room (42 full storage boxes up two flights of stairs. My thighs and calves are now objects of Olympic quality. Never has a lawyer had a more elegant leg. Bring back hose.).
Also granted that it lacks natural light and that, should the whim take me to lie on the floor, I could only do so in one direction, but nonetheless, it is cool, quiet and mine. Oh yes, quiet and mine alone.
I have shared an office for the last two plus years. Mostly I have been very lucky with my room-mates, but the last few months have established the limits of my usually quite astonishing powers of patience and tolerance. I hadn’t actually snapped, but my god it was close. Rarely has one person wound me up to such a state of tension just by being themselves.
But now I am free, Free! And alone!
Sadly, I was caught by one of the assistant solicitors actually doing a dance of joy around the limited boundaries of my new space. She was very understanding about it…
(I’m not going to describe Nearly Legal’s dance of joy, but you may imagine Graham Norton doing the Riverdance, only with jazz hands.)