There was a certain honour in a trade that probably didn’t exist as much as it should in public information, even if most of the work in trades was underpaid for longer hours, damaging to one’s health and generally exploitative; so Jude didn’t blame her for the desk job instead. “I can see that,” he said with a laugh – at least in a shop there was a certain element of socialising, as she must have at the Ministry too. A window to more of the world from her desk.
“I bet you’d have made a pretty good reporter, too,” Jude considered, with a wry grin as he joked: “Only then I suppose you’d have the disasters, and none of the cleaning up to do.”
“I bet you’d have made a pretty good reporter, too,” Jude considered, with a wry grin as he joked: “Only then I suppose you’d have the disasters, and none of the cleaning up to do.”
