Bad news at work. Very bad news.
I mean, not obviously the worst - I've not been fired, not has our department turned into a Poundstretcher, but still, pretty bad news.
We kind of knew something was in the air - weird, small hints have been dropped... but I finally received the velvet curtain by phone on Friday.
It was all done in a very BBC way - quite nicely, but firmly, and completely overruling all of the absolutely clear, irrevocable reassurances we've been receiving for the last few weeks.
That's the way of the BBC, though. Nothing bad is going to happen. Until it does. At which point, you're on your own.