Just enjoyed a strangely lovely cocktail party. At our desks. We nipped out, spent Â£20 on booze, ice, and cheese and pineapples, and then sent out the invites.
Within about fifteen minutes, our corner was stuffed full of people discovering that a vodka martini (with an olive) was the nicest imaginable drink.
Within another five minutes we had carols on the stereo, cookies, and the head of department.
Now, two hours later, i'm slumped over my desk, typing this up, rather than daring to either...
b) tidy up
I have a dinner party to go to. I have no idea how i'll even find my bike. Let alone ride it through Notting Hill.
If I leave now I may just be able to walk it there in time... :)