However, I give myself a talking to, dress up and go out. Last week, I had back-to-back two work do's - mine and Nigel's. There could not have been a greater contrast. One of my adult Latin groups met in the local pub and talked the hind leg off an asinus.
Nigel and his colleagues had three tables in a big top in Bloomsbury offering 'Cirque de Vintage'. Sequinned fire jugglers greeted us, three courses of beautifully presented hot food were served with precision, and acrobats performed breathtaking stunts on the trapeze just above our heads.
Better than any of that however was the fact that Nigel's colleagues were extremely friendly and went out of their way to include me.
The only drawback from my point of view was that they were strangely unobsessed by matters Classical.
But in both cases, I'm very glad I left my kitchen and forayed out.
And that is what I shall tell my family when on Christmas day they query the absence of a pudding.
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