Do you promise not to tell?

Big Boss Vet – the one who was recently up to his elbows in Piglet’s innards - has issued an edict invited all the staff to lunch at a bistro in Leamington in a couple of weeks’ time, refusing to divulge the reason other than saying “It’s a celebration, there’s only one other person involved, and I’ll be glad when it’s all over”.

Is Mrs M pregnant? No.
Are you selling the practice? No.
Are we all getting the sack? No.
Are we all getting a payrise? NO!

Some staff reckon it’s an anniversary, but that seems a little mundane for all the secrecy – unless it’s to avoid people feeling they ought to get a present. My money’s on him being selected as a contestant on 'I'm A Non-entity, Get Me Out Of Here' and he’ll get to eat witchetty grubs and kangaroo’s danglies.