Sneaky Lunch with a Married Woman
They have a system at the Ö÷²¥´óÐã. Either you use all your leave before the end of the year, or you lose it. So I find myself well into December with too many days left over and try to take a few odd days here and there. Today is one such day. I surprise my wife with the news that, instead of going to the office to make important decisions about car stickers, I'm taking her out for a slap-up lunch in Glasgow. Her initial suspicion is that this treat will be the all-you-can-eat-for-a-fiver buffet at one of the big pizza chains. Instead I've booked a fairly fancy restaurant on St. Vincent Street. We even manage to beat the rush of office parties and we're out the door before the twelve girls from a nearby insurance office descend into shrill hysteria as they unwrap their Secret Santa presents.
Which reminds me, we had our office party last week and my Secret Santa gift turned out to be a radio alarm clock that changes colour. I was really delighted and add it to my household collection of radios. We now have three for every room in the house!
