Soda - Keeping Curious

Returning to work after a holiday is always an unusual experience. Mainly because it’s one of those rare moments in life when you get to see how much impact you actually make on the people around you.

From what I could tell the only thing that had been affected in any way since my two weeks of drinking cheap Spanish gin and turning increasingly pink and sore on the beach was that the quality of biscuits in the office had dropped sharply.

At the very least I’d hoped to find things in some minor state of crisis, with clients threatening to burn down the building unless my immediate return to action could be arranged.

But no, a dearth of Jammie Dodgers in favour of some stale, misshapen Pound Shop biscuits was the only sign that my absence had even taken place, let alone been the source of misery, desperation and catastrophe I’d been not-so-secretly hoping for.

So now I’m left to absorb the sad revelation that a better class of crumbly tea time snack is my only significant contribution to my colleagues.

Maybe I should just stay away longer next time. I reckon a few more weeks without proper Hob-Nobs and I’d soon be getting the hero’s welcome I’d been dreaming of during my cocktail-fuelled, sunstroke-ridden hallucinations.

Either that or next time I go away I should bring some sweets back.