Weight Till Christmas
“I’m going to miss you all. Very much.”There’s a ripple of applause as Drake concludes a leaving speech that I’ve hardly been able to hear over Vicky’s sniffing and Sam’s sarky asides. To be honest I’m getting a bit tired of hearing Sam run down everything Drake says and does. Just because he’s having a rubbish time at home – judging by the cottage cheese and Ryvita in his lunch box Lucy is persisting with the diet – doesn’t mean we should all suffer. Take the ‘goodbye’ flowers Drake sent me earlier, for example. I was thrilled when a massive bouquet arrived at the office. Apart from the sad fact that never before in my life has anyone sent me such a bouquet, it was just as good to see the look on Sticky Vicky’s face when it arrived. She was a perfect match for the lime green Beetle she was selling at the time. “Who’s sent you those?” she’d asked incredulously as the guy from Interflora staggered across the showroom and practically collapsed at my desk.“Drake,”
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