I worked as a gardener at a mental hospital and Martin, my manager, had an office to himself in the newer part of the building.

One day the hospital director decided that Martin didn’t really need an office to himself and moved him to a shared office, still in the newer part of the hospital.

A short while later the hospital director decided she needed someone else in that office and moved Martin to a smaller office in the old part of the building – opposite the lavatories.

A month or so later I was about to enter the hospital when I saw the hospital director standing in reception next to the open door of the visitors toilet.

As I walked past the open door I glanced in and saw Martin examining the walls….

I couldn’t help myself….

I said “Hello Martin, new office?”