T got new chairs and we both agreed neither of us liked them but had no choice but to get on with them. They don't have arm rests and are like regular waiting room chairs, and I always have my bag on my lap like protection.

I complained about the placement of the chairs, that I was always looking at his blimmin white board( I hate when he writes stuff up, so now he very rarely does).......and he challenged me and said...well you could choose to sit where I do.

I want to...but haven't got the courage up to do so yet! Either that or on his desk chair so I can swivel around while we talk.