In the past week I've come home everyday carrying some sort of present or other - a bar of chocolate, a box of teabags, a carton of dates, that sort of thing - from colleagues and students, the occasion being simply that it's the start of our year.
Yesterday I was carrying a little load of booklets across a couple of corridors, which were weighing me down a little, and was offered help by no fewer than five kids, in the space of three minutes, one of whom I'd never seen before.
Today I found myself avoiding crowds to escape the embarrassment of being thanked rather too fulsomely just for doing what I'm paid to do.
It's sometimes difficult to be cynical as one might like to be.
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