Andrew would have loved his lunch breaks to be full of surprises.
It was therefore a pity that nothing ever happened.
He sat, ate his sandwiches, drank his coffee. And eventually left, returned to the office, and his ledgers.
With a faint but deeply-rooted sense of growing void at the very chore of his being.
But it was unfair to say that nothing ever happened.
He once witnessed a particularly vicious fight between two magpies.
In August 2002.