Ehhh, morale may be a little low today. Not as low as in certain other offices, however! "Prepare for 90% redundancy*," is rather worse than what we got. Though it's still early days, I suppose.
Then the alarm went off and I thankfully I finally left the office, feeling too poor to go down the pub... but what does that matter when there's party leftovers and bolshy perrennials to reinvision as a moderne coktail?
I present the Gardentini: a short measure each of Blackcurrant Vodka and Vermouth, a long measure of Archers, all over ice. Crush the stem of a vigorous, aromatic herb (I'm using golden marjoram) and add to the mix, with a further sprig for decoration. Sprinkle with rose petals from the garden. Serve with a side oder of disco and anti-royalist** feelings.
**Specifically "Prince Charles! Shut up and stop abusing your position!"