When you hear the sound of cheering at the morning meeting on other floors, you just know it is going to be bad. However recently The Overseer himself, left his lofty perch and came amongst us with a great announcement, something that had raised a mighty cheer of ecstasy in menswear.
Because of the football we were to close an hour earlier.
If only I had a camera!
His munificent smile was met with blank stares and the swish of the occasional false eyelash as we tried to process this information in our perfume addled brains. With the uncomfortable scrape of the odd stiletto filling the void, we watched as his jaunty smile slid slowly off his face to lie quivering under the nearest counter until, someone in the highly fragranced gathering finally got it and said,
'Ooooh time off!'
Suspicious rustling of nylon followed. With an awkward , 'Yeay.' we returned to our various stations mildly puzzled.
Don't get me wrong, there are a few football fans amongst the Hall of Plenty, but so far we have been more concerned with the various cake based souvenirs than the game itself, which has turned out to be more of an anticlimax than vibrating mascaras.
So yeah, England!
Good luck and play well, more time off means another opportunity to strut our fake tans, eat more cake and watch the Overseer struggle against a tide of deeply uninterested consultants.
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