Where is yours going to take place?

I assume like every village, every workplace has its idiot and they’ve somehow collectively started to arrange an agonisingly forced piss-up to take place roughly 240 “sleeps” from now.

I thought, perhaps shocked, as I was, by the tiny flurry of snow we had lunchtime they’d assumed they’d slept through the rest of Spring, Summer and into Winter and panicked, but no, seems they’re aware of the date.

Give me strength.

I find it much easier to organise both the summer picnic and the Xmas meal and then not go to either.