I forgot to mention the open evening – laid out, was the very finest of all simple snacking spreads — whole pears, glossy apples, cheese slices, carrot sticks and of course, Whoppers (as in the malted balls covered in choco, not that of the beefburger persuasion).
On my stroll before it all kicked off, I saw the depressingly critical (a style which I adore…) Jeremy Clarkson's 'The world according to…' in a shop window for less than 3 chucks. So I bought it thinking, if no one shows up, at least I'll be sitting warm and toasty in front of a fruit buffet, nibbling choco and hopefully laughing outloud at JCs antics. The day cannot end badly at this point.
And it didn't, a simple evening of answering simple questions about the work, passing out sad little plastic glasses of wine and discussing next weeks activities made it an enjoyable evening nonetheless.
I don't particularly like this kind of event, but when you are doing it for yourself, underneath not wanting to bother, you see that they are an important part of the whole process.
Good ridance, and I got to read the book on the long busride home, so everyone's a winner (except that pilot – ouch).
