Mr Boss: Hello, Karen, how are you?
Mr: I'm very well (shouting back, he's hard of hearing.) How are you?
Mr Boss: Good, good. I've been thinking about the 15th of August, and I think we'll have a fork lunch.
Me: er, okay. Now, when is that date again?
Mr Boss: I'm coming up in June, but not July, and we'll have a fork lunch, hopefully outside. And, it won't matter how many are coming. Is that alright?
Me: So, you'll be here in June, and then again in August for your party?
Mr Boss: Yes, that's right!
Me: That will be wonderful, Mr Boss. We'll look forward to it.
Mr Boss: Right-o, goodbye then.
It appears there will be a party to organise, which we know will be on Saturday the 15th. And, I've to organise a 'fork lunch' - presumeably a buffet where plates and forks, no knives, are used. It could be indoors or outside, and numbers have yet to be confirmed, so that could be for twelve people or forty, or fifty, or sixty..... then.
Shall we have goat's cheese and red onion tart and merangue roulade with raspberry cream? Or sausage rolls and cheese with pinapple on sticks, followed by tinned fruit cocktail with evap? Do you dare me?!
Ah, that'll be me busy then.