I was in the library yesterday and as I walked from the entrance to the Returns desk, I passed a little shelf which had leaflets on it and paused to see if there was anything of interest.
I'd seen all the leaflets before, but there was something that caught my eye. It was just an A4 sheet of lined paper with a message scrawled on it in in scruffy block capital letters with a blue biro.
The message was very short and to the point. There was a heading, 'OIL'.
Then underneath it read, 'Farewell, my old friend.'
Five short words, but more memorable than an editorial in any broadsheet!
That's what I call communicating.
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