"Stop work everyone, it's time for Prosecco" said MrsM's manager "Clear your desk, MrsM, that is the party desk". MrsM obediently moves her psychedelic wrist-rest and matching mouse mat to make room for crisps and dips while the lady from the Ankara desk polishes Prosecco glasses. "Am I too late?" asks the American colleague rushing in from her meeting "I told them that I have a meeting with a major donor...which is true of course...although, perhaps not right now this minute..." "What are we celebrating today?" asks the lady from the Iraq desk "Lots of good news : a Birthday, a new flat and MrsM has finished her probationary period!" says the lady from the Levant desk. There is much clinking of glasses and sampling of Prosecco. Plans are made for an expedition, with dancing, in the spring. Everyone agrees that it is a very nice way to spend Thursday evening."Thursday is the new Friday" announces MrsM's manager.
I must tell you that later that evening the American colleague goes to a very smart reception upstairs. The dress code is "glamorous" and she is extra sparkly. After ten minutes she comes back into the office looking thoughtful "Somebody has a brought a dog. It is an elderly corgi and it is barking, I am praying it stops when the speeches start. Pour me another drink, this is going to be a long night."