Ella:

I was counting days until the 31st of December, absolutely nothing was affecting me, neither work nor Mary’s jibes nor Bridget’s obsession with being Mrs.Holt.

Fridays in December were equivalent to actual holidays with no-one responding to calls or emails. As I end another business development call, Helen whistles signaling over for lunch. Popping a fry into her mouth, Helen orgasmically concluded, “I have died and gone to heaven!”

“You will in a few years if you continue eating fast food” I replied chewing on a bunch of dressed lettuce leaves amongst baby tomatoes, olives and feta cheese.

“Yeah yeah, my new resolution is to go vegan!! What about...