I work for a contractor in a team of half a dozen men, a world away from my student life at Oxford University. They accept me well, often ribbing me in a friendly way. I have to learn the sacred rhythm of tea-breaks, and not to continue what I am doing after the tea-break is called for. As I recall it, the tea-break was not so much an occasion for doing less work, but rather an occasion for companionship and chat. The gaffer is a kindly man. The contractor falls in principle falls under may father's supervision, since he is the Resident engineer of the Ministry at the airport. But my father does not appear while I am working there, since the work is pretty routine.
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