Secret Santa

We opened them in turn after dessert; five pounds max.

Judy; miniature booze (inappropriate; she has a problem).

Colin; farting joke book (don’t even go there).

The boss; coffee pot (five pounds? More like ten).

Petra; pencil tidy (OCD).

Neil; fake turd (office dog thing).

Derek; joke toothbrush (breath thing).

Me? I tore it open. A stunning embroidery, hours of work, the words Marry Me Kateemblazoned on an intricate winter scene.

Office affairs. Oh God! It could have been any of them (except Derek… breath thing). I turned crimson.

‘Well.. let’s see!’ shouted Petra, as I disappeared down the corridor.