So, tomorrow is 'Wear C's Hair to Work Day'.
Last month I made a gentle start to my team building strategy by persuading thirty IT analysts to buy shirts from a Nigerian colleague who moonlights as an importer of the loudest shirts this side of Trowbridge.
This month, we're going a step further. One of the team is fast approaching 50 and, in the throes of a mid-life crisis, has been quietly growing his hair. He likes to think of himself as the office eye-candy, but the aging rocker is not a good look for him (he's a friend, so I can say this to him. And have done, many times).
We decided to celebrate this with a tribute in wigs. Each of the 30 team members have paid to wear a small afro tomorrow (we're collecting for Children in Need). C doesn't know about this, and it will be interesting to see how he handles the embarrassment he has avoided so well to date. Remember people, humiliation is a vital item in the line manager's toolkit.
Anyway, The Little Prince and I have spent this evening spraying the wigs with silver paint (see above). A perfect salt and pepper 'do'. The cat is traumatised by what appears to be thirty small badgers hibernating in the kitchen. He won't come down from the edge of the kitchen window and is threatening to jump. If the wig day fails and the joke falls flat, I may join him.