Does your workplace have a dress code? Mine doesn’t. We have all sorts working here in Mingerton. We have rock chicks, boho babes and grungers and we have George. I’m undecided as to George’s thought processes regarding choosing his attire for the day. Does he do it to disconcert? Is he simply colour-blind? Some other reason? Today he wore jade green pants, a violet shirt, a daffodil yellow tie and a mustard jacket. And then there is me. I’m the one wearing the curtains.