by Keith Evans
The party season is well under way. As usual the catering staff are working their aprons off to provide us with festive fayre. Many thanks to them.
The gentlemen's lunch was the usual convivial affair with sparkling conversation and good humoured banter. The ladies' lunch and the education staff party competed for the highest decibel level. I think the latter won by a fraction of a decibel despite the fact they were only having mince pies; or so they tell us. Stuart was very protective of his educationalists but I have several witnesses to confirm the results, who for security reasons remain annoymous. Of course they have plenty of practice with all those screaming children.
A request has been submitted that for next year's parties ear protectors be supplied for staff on duty. Now ladies, calm down. I'm only thinking of the health and safety of my colleagues. You know how vulnerable we are to stress which results in our early demise. Emily, can I have the next month off please?
