The first morning of his enforced annual leave, Duncan read all of the broadsheet newspapers. The afternoon saw him complete the tabloids and one edition of Maxim.
Day two he decided to catch up on some dvds, but he made the mistake of cracking open a TV box set which took him through to evening on day three.
He slept through day four.
Day five he found himself bored after running fifty miles on the treadmill.
The next day, he marched back into the office.
“I can’t stand this!” he shouted. “I need a new target to kill, right now!”