Tony the mail clerk used to do a hilarious routine about Mr Norton writing memos to initiate sex, and her responding with a spreadsheet of required activities, climaxing with her saying: ‘That was satisfactory, Mr Norton’.
One evening I saw her in a restaurant, holding hands and gazing lovingly at the man across the table. I went to say hello.
‘Good evening, Robert,’ she said. ‘This is my husband, Arnold. We’re just leaving — we have a great deal to do on our spreadsheet tonight.’ And she smiled.