I’ve been working at the Legion for nine years. Those of you who read this blog regularly already know that.

And I’m not going for the sympathy vote here, but I’m never entirely sure whether they really want me there. It’s a weakness in me, and I really am trying to work on it because, frankly, even I find it tiresome.

Here’s where we reach the positive: my boss bought a stool over the weekend, to help me reach the top shelf in the cellar. We have another barmaid who’s also not much over five foot tall but, when Dave brought it in, he said it should help me.


So there you have it – no one invests in a stool for someone they would like to see leave. So, day 29 – A Sense of Belonging (Stools).