My other half

I got a nice e-mail this morning from a very, very friendly man!!! He was very, very polite but I think it is time to introduce my wife Pam!

Pam is a little younger then me, Four years to be precise. She has a lovely job which is what I shall tell you about.

But before, Pam, in the sixties, armed with nine ‘O’ levels attended a well known (at that time) secretarial college called “The Triangle” in South Molton Street.

During her early years she worked in advertising and, at one time, was David Puttnam’s secretary. Later on in life Pam worked in the City, for about ten years, for a management consultancy which dealt with banks and building societies.

Then the company was taken over and morale went down the chute. All but one of the staff left and formed their own company in the year 2000.

It was decided that everyone would work from home and, apart from an increased salary, everyone got an extra annual amount (Pam’s was £5,000) because of the money saved in not having offices. From Pam’s point of view, she also gained ten hours extra free time a week, and the cost of her monthly underground ticket!

Then the company put in broadband which is available for both of us.

Once a week they try to have a team meeting although when busy this slips to one a fortnight. Also they are always having conference calls which is nice if you are stuck at home.

Whenever anyone goes out, they redirect the lines to their mobiles so are always in touch with clients without the clients having to ring a myriad of numbers.

Pam’s number is the “head office”. And she is very conscientious. Once when work was quiet I caught her reading a book sitting at her desk in our office. “Sit in an easy chair in the lounge” I said. But she wouldn’t do that because she thought it wasn’t right!

At home we have a built in office (built by Sharp’s) which was built into the spare bedroom (that was too small to have a double bed in). We work together, me with my journalism and her with her company, often eight hours a day, and then we spend the next sixteen hours together. And, would you believe it? We don’t fight and hardly ever even bicker.

Once or twice a week Pam goes off to a hall where, although not taught, many people paint still life together. I have the occasional political meeting with the UK Independence Party, but apart from that we seem to be together all the time, without getting on each others nerves.

Weird, isn’t it?


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