As I am enjoying a couple of days off work and am going to the reception of the business I work in tonight, I am expecting to have a good time. The evening takes place once a year and is organised by the trade’s magazine. To feed your stereotypes: I am worrying already about what to wear. Red or Black? As per usual, I shall small talk a lot, renewing old contacts and establishing new ones, since that is what is expected of me professionally. But this year I also have one or two private issues. Because of which I fuss about my attire. Stupid really, to be so full of anticipation. Suppose some things never change much. Wish me luck…
Leroy Miller, Good time
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