There is a new man in the office who sits at a desk just behind mine. Most mornings he’s in early, as am I, and as I leaf through the newspapers, I hear a rustling sound and the ring of metal on china followed by a slurp-munch-slurp noise.
I look around and see that he has pushed his keyboard aside and at his elbow is a box of Fruit ’n Fibre. He is eating his cereal intently, staring at his computer screen. Presently, he gets up, takes the bowl to the sink, washes it and returns to his desk.
I had been monitoring this breakfast ritual for a couple of weeks when I got an e-mail from a reader telling me that at the bank where he works, his colleagues’ desk drawers no longer contain files, but are filled with cereal boxes.