The young hospital receptionist sat at her computer while her colleague leaned on the counter. I'm sitting in the waiting room, tucked out of sight, while my mother is off being ultrasounded.
"Oh look, it's a Christmas email from the Chief Executive," says the receptionist. "Ho Ho Ho, you've all been made redundant!"
Her colleague laughs. "Or - 'I expect you all to come back to work smaller than you are now,'" she hazards.
They both look around furtively, to make sure they're not being overheard.
