This is my very last surreptitious blog from my work. I am sitting eating a bacon roll (with ketchup, naturally, brown sauce being the creation of Satan) looking at a lovely bunch of flowers given to me by my co-workers, despite my repeated assertions that I want no. fuss. made. when. I. leave.
In an hour or two I will head home, leaving my office keys and my wee red book of important phone numbers to my trusty sidekick Semolina, who will now be running the operation. (We just haven't told the solicitor who is taking over that Semolina is in fact in charge. She'll find out soon enough).
I got lots of nice early Chrissie pressies (we decided to open them today since we won't see each other in the New Year for a while) and there is an open box of chocolates within arm's reach. Quite a nice last morning, really.
Since I have a million and one things to do when I get home to prepare for tomorrow, I will take this opportunity to wish you all a Merry Christmas and don't eat too much.
Actually, scratch that, eat what you like. It's Christmas.