"Two jumpers will be more than enough, Liz!" I exclaimed optimistically to myself when I was packing last week for my stay at CFZ HQ.
I suspect Father Christmas is able to get around all the children of the world in one night because he has regional minions and I have found his North Devonshire rep: Jon Downes. You have to admit our glorious leader resembles a younger St. Nick and it certainly feels like the North Pole here.
Anyway, enough complaining.
This week I have been floored by Biggles many times, sub-edited and proof-read till my eyes fell out and abused Jon's Spotify account when he and Corinna had to go out. You have never been smug until you have done star jumps in the CFZ office to an S Club 7 track, believe me.
I would like to thank Corinna and Jon for having me, though. Joking aside, I've had a marvellous time as usual (getting hyper on too much coffee was interesting), and though it will be good to get back home where the dog is too small to pin me to the carpet till I agree to play 'throw the squeaky bunny', I'll still be sad to say goodbye to people who have already become a second family.
Thanks to Oll too for coffees to keep the cold at bay, chats to make me forget the cold, and daft jokes that made me laugh myself warm.
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