Milking an idea

There is nothing worse than sharing a fridge with your workmates. Not a day goes by without someone pilfering your milk so, when you go to make yourself a much needed afternoon cuppa, there is nothing but an empty carton left.

Of course, when you demand to know who's responsible, everybody manages to find somewhere else to look to avoid answering the question. One canny lass, who I met recently on a business lunch, has found a clever way around it.

She labels her bottles as 'breast milk' and so far no-one has been that desperate for a brew to use it. Not sure if it would work so well in a male-dominated office though and Shirl knows we would laugh her out of town if she tried it.