Anticipation

At lunchtime we were all told to congregate in the dining area for the monthly celebration of whoever’s birthday it’s been recently. My colleague Edna was sporting a t-shirt with the slogan ‘Anti-Social Social Club’, which I liked.

We were there in eager anticipation of the mounds of food arriving. When it did there were fries, samosas, chicken, prawn rissoles and salad. Plus this huge and lavish cake. We all feasted accordingly and Dalila here chugged back some fizz (which was only available to those whose birthdays we were celebrating; a good control measure against wanton drunkenness).