Took my cookies to work and handed out cryptic clues as to their whereabouts.

In the afternoon were a couple of amusing lift incidents - the first where I managed to hide from Michael by making like Narnia and darting backwards through a rail of coats (much confusion on his part), and the second where I hilariously started to shut the doors as he approached, but instead of pressing the open button once hilarity had ensued, I continued to press the shut button by mistake (much anger on his part). The doors shut on his angry face and the words "oh, you know what, you're a fu-"