So it's Mr Grigg's Big Birthday. He walks into the office to find his desk covered in balloons, cards, presents and a big Happy 60th banner.
He is overwhelmed by the surprise, which includes a large box from The Bristol Cider Shop, full of bottles, a polypin and rather nice looking chutney.
A little later he goes to the gents and comes back to find two young women dressed as police officers in his office.
He sits in his chair, leans forward and rubs his hands together and says: 'OK. So get on with it then.'
His secretary, behind them, shakes her head and waves her arms. Very slowly and with exaggerated mouthing, she mimes: 'No, they really are police officers.'
Sometimes I think I am married to Del Boy Trotter.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x
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