Lost. And found.

For the past few weeks, I have been working in quite a large office building; it houses maybe two or three thousand people. And each part of it looks the same.

A couple of times – usually first thing in the morning, as I walked in to work thinking about something else - I have given myself a shock by forgetting to walk up a flight of stairs. Instead, I walked to where my desk would be if it were on the ground floor (or, for that matter, an alternative universe) and thought, Father Bear-like, who’s sitting at my desk? At which point I realised, once more, that I was on the wrong floor.

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Lost. And found.

For the past few weeks, I have been working in quite a large office building; it houses maybe two or three thousand people. And each part of it looks the same.

A couple of times – usually first thing in the morning, as I walked in to work thinking about something else - I have given myself a shock by forgetting to walk up a flight of stairs. Instead, I walked to where my desk would be if it were on the ground floor (or, for that matter, an alternative universe) and thought, Father Bear-like, who’s sitting at my desk? At which point I realised, once more, that I was on the wrong floor.

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