The pressure of organising a party seems like no other.

I've never even spared a thought for the people who organise events. Just gone along and had a good time. Or not.

I will now. The pressure of tonight is weighing me down like a hundred fallen Christmas trees. The office has been transformed from grey to glitz. But people have yet to arrive.

Where's the wine? Will the food come on time? Will the waiters know to bring a corkscrew? Should I stay in here or greet people when they come in from the snow?