Up again before six, I am showered and all ready for work by the time the breakfast bar opens at half six. I have bruit and a bacon roll and plenty of coffee, then walk to the car for the drive to work.
At seven, traffic is light and I have no problem in making my way to the main street which leads to the office, so arrive by half seven, and here we go again. At least now going to the office means seeing old friends and colleagues, which means handshakes, hugs and greetings, and swapped quiet chat about poor Lee.
Meeting all morning, meeting all afternoon, but then we have a team building evening at Flammen which will mean more death by pork. Other meats, including kangaroo, are available. As well as just being based at a couple of offices in the UK and Denmark, we now have manufacturing locations added into our department, so for me it was the first time to meet these colleagues. There is a plan for the future, which is always a good thing of course.
We meet at the hotel at half five, waiting for my ex-boss who has stayed at work to get a little bit more work done, but at ten to six we set off into the mild evening to find the restaurant. Down a busy street, over two intersections and past the bus station brought us to the warm friendly light of Flammen.The meal is good, and in the three years since the Quality department was just Philip and myself, now there is a table for 25 booked, and not all of the department can make it! How things change. We have beer and wine, then eat, more wine.
Wine flows like, er wine, beer is mixed in, and we go to the servery and carvery time and time again. There is too much food, really.
More wine, then Chris and myself walk to The Highlander, where the owner plies us with cheap and free rum and whisky. It is midnight when we leave, my head is spinning. It has been a good night, I think, confusing for the locals as the Brit owner and us two joke and just make stuff up, being believed of course. National Billy Joel Day anyone?
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