i was walking back to my car last night, to the far end of the carpark only to spy a fellow employee walking in my direction.

The evening was warm and bright, and noting a hint of it in the still air, I stopped to enjoy the perfume of the flower-laden gorse bush that I was walking past.

I was greeted with the comment: I’d heard that there were some weird people working for Sun.

I replied something about it being gorse – spiny and ugly, but lovely in bloom – and she replied with some comment about only knowing anything about gorse from Enid Blyton’s books.

Mmmm…

…and I am meant to be the weird one?