Faced with a mountainous backlog of emails the other week I did what any responsible politician would do and took off round our Town Hall for a bit of a stroll.
I no longer harbour any delusions that my sudden appearance on the shop floor will lead to an increase in productivity à la the Hawthorne effect; in fact, the best I managed on my perambulation was a “good afternoon” from a rather eager graduate trainee and a barely perceptible nod from a press officer up on the third floor. But that doesn’t bother me at all. Not in the slightest. Continue reading