"Matt, you're responsible; you can be a fire warden," said Peter.
"What? No initiation ceremony? No handing over of the yellow luminous jacket? Not even a ceremony?"
And so it was, on this the Twenty Third day of the Month, I became officially responsible for the lives of my colleagues in the event of an office fire breaking out and threatening to burn us all to death... but only on a day when Peter's away.
"I think it's because out of all of us..." said Jamie thoughtfully, "You'd be the only one who's overly bothered about any of the rest of us making it out."
I came close to telling them I already had a collection of photographs of fire hydrants. I stopped myself.
"Actually," said Peter, "It's because you're in the middle of the room and you can see everyone. In truth, all you have to do is make sure everybody leaves the building during a fire drill... and wear the jacket to point at the fire exit."
"I see," I said. "Well with great power comes great responsibility. I hope I don't let it go to my head."
Peter smiled.
"I'll send the tailor down and organise the cat-handling, ladder-positioning module," he said, winking.
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