We set the boxes down in the staff kitchen. Word spread in approximately ninety seconds. Within five minutes, there was a queue. Tom Yates, the physio, took a doughnut in each hand and said nothing because his mouth was already full.
Nina Petrov, the nutritionist, looked at the boxes with the horrified expression of a woman whose entire professional existence was devoted to eliminating exactly this kind of food from the building, then picked up a chocolate chip cookie and ate it in three bites while making sustained, aggressive eye contact with nobody in particular.
Kevin Bray took two almond croissants and his second slice of the football-shaped cake that someone had sent yesterday, which meant that Bray had consumed approximately four thousand calories before nine o'clock and showed no signs of stopping.
Barry the kit man took a doughnut and a cookie and balanced them on top of the pile of boots he was carrying.
