The winter sun is whispering through the window over my shoulder and the office is almost deserted.
Suddenly a phone rings on the desk next to me. Following office protocol I answer the vacant desk phone.
“Is that Mike?” a broad Geordie voice asks.
I politely explain that he is out to lunch.
“Dinna worry,” is the reply. “Can you just let him know that Anton Deck rang.”
The caller hung up.
I left a suitable note on Mike’s desk which read: “Anton Deck rang at 12.45pm.”
The guffaws of laughter after Mike read my note still stay with me.