Leaving do was fun. Mini me was down one end of the table entertaining the troops with full scale inter-planetary war complete with horrific bloodshed, staggering casualties and personal tragedies enacted with only his hands and an impressive repetoire of sound effects.
One place round was my best friend (ex colleague) doing her best to encourage him in aforementioned military endeavour whilst getting him to try anchovies and bruschetta.
Three of us are leaving within a month of each other so we had a joint knees up eating far too much, drinking far too much and attempting to scale trees on the way home. Two of our number ended up in the gutter, one had to leave early they were so hammered and for once neither of them were in my immediate family!!
It was great. I should leave work more often.