Business Hours Are Over, Baby

It's party-time. We're saying goodbye to a few colleagues, so here is the festive table before it got summarily destroyed by rampaging employees.

The un-fail-cake is hiding at the back, with Good Luck! written on it in my best icing handwriting (which, for the record, is so much harder than normal handwriting as a leftie, because you're not allowed to smear icing writing). The Christmas decorations are simply because we wished to decorate, and they were the only decorations to hand.

The plan is Easter eggs and plastic daffodils for this year's Christmas party.