It's the office Christmas Lunch today (even though we're all on the final, final, we-really-mean-it-this-time deadline and people are back to working weekends and until 11pm).
At Noon we drop everything and make merry at a bar called Sex in the City, which has cubbyholes with beds in them, apparently.
Then we all return to the office like good little children and fix bugs again.
The interesting things is, many of the women here have come to work all glammed up, with sparkling jewellery and party hair – but the blokes are still slouching around in rugby shirts and the like.
Me, I wanted to dress up a bit but was too tired this morning to dig out the silver dice cufflinks and the gold hoop earrings so I just went for a smart black shirt.