We all know the routine. Wake up, have a bath, go to work, do your job, come home, dinner, TV, bed. So comfortable, so reliable.
For Penelope Bowles, 39, from Castleford, the day started like any other. Breakfast with her husband, bus to work, settled down at her desk. And then… what?
NO ONE KNOWS.
One of her fellow office workers takes up the story:
I spoke to her that morning because there was a paper jam in the photocopier and she negotiated the service contract and likes to be the one who calls in the technician. I’m not sure why. I think she liked having a responsibility. Which is fair enough – we all do. She could take it to extremes though. Like really we should have the technician information in the photocopy room, on a sign. There was a time in May last year when Penny was off sick and the photocopier’s scanning function just stopped working (it lost all the stored email addresses) and we couldn’t do anything about it and we were supposed to distribute fifteen copies of the finance report to the regional office and we got some real stick for that. Anyway I spoke to her one minute, went back to her desk half an hour later and she was gone.
The receptionist didn’t see her leave. Her bag was still in a desk drawer. Her jacket (pictured) still hung over the back of her chair. Her cup of tea was still warm.
In a moment, the offices of a small-to-medium-sized marketing company was transformed into the MARIE CELESTE (Wikipedia link here).
Her husband is devastated.* These Disappearances need to be explained.
WAKE UP DAVID CAMERON!
We can get Penelope back. I believe that. They Aren’t Gone. #tag2012
* I’m assuming this. I haven’t spoken to him.