There’s no milk in the office kitchen.

The tea drinkers are scratching at the walls.

Some have tried adding tip-ex to their brews.

Others are trying to milk each other.

A wiry woman boils the kettle, empties it and boils it again.

The salesman in the corner gnaws a teabag like a cowboy chews tobacco.

The drinker of black coffee strokes his beard, sips and smiles.