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Christmas parties can be tricky affairs. They usually go one of two ways - a
torturous affair which sees you stuck next to someone you have nothing in
common with but with whom you are forced to make hours of awkward small talk,
or surprisingly fund and raucous. I am thrilled to report that my first
Christmas party at the new job was the latter. There was great conversation,
plenty of wine, barrels of laughs and an unexpected belly dancer. In this
moment I am grateful for unexpected surprises.
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