There's a woman who works for the firie's and she's a boot. She works on reception but acts like you need the highest level of MI5 security clearance to get on site. I have the codes to every door in the building but she's always got a million questions - anyway, "some weather the day, eh?" makes lines of questioning deteriorate and I'm suddenly not a bomb carrying national security thereat but someone she's known her whole life who she offers a cuppa to.
Every single time.