There is nothing more enjoyable or condusive to work place harmony than long, luxurious, lazy, late lunches. Generally in a pub in Chi and with some vague excuse for a celebration. These 24-7 lunches are growing in the frequency (nearly every week now) and I can't say I'm complaining...
Yesterday's excuse was particularly enjoyable, it was the beautiful Miss Helen Monkton's Birthday and we feasted, yes feasted, in her honour! I had the most delicious Lamb caserole and Wardy looked near defeated by his Thai curry; not too defeated, he polished off a rather large serving of treacle sponge and custard... hmmm treacle!
I honestly love our lunches. It means that my 24-7 colleagues (weird to use that word in our context) are very much my friends rather than my co-workers. Each has their own unique set of quirks; Wardy can be persuaded to anything where cakey goodness is involved, Charlotte will volunteer for anything that allows her to bounce on her exercise ball or leave her boredom before the computer, Helen will make cakes for us on her Birthday, Smiles loves searching for Smallville trivia and Tom will laugh at anyone's joke - great for the ego.
Great wine, great food, free flowing conversation and lots of laughs, how will I last without it? Oh well, Tom's Birthday next week! xc