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.