You know you’ve been accepted in your new job locale when the Sandwich Man stops welcoming you as “Sir” and instead refers to you as “Boss”. It’s a small thing, but I was flushed with pride as I stood waiting for my cheese and tomato roll, and so, after I paid, I emphatically wished everyone in The Sandwich Box
an extremely good day.
On the walk back to the Office I realised I'd dressed up like Tom Sawyer
-gone-Fleet Street this morning . I have on a stripy white and blue shirt, sandalesque shoes and chinos. But mostly it’s the hair.
"He was not the Model Boy of the village. He knew the model boy very well though--and loathed him."
I think this means that I’m still not taking my grown-up job very seriously.