Oh they came in droves, in station wagons with the wooden paneling along body of the vehicle. We welcomed them into our hearts, homes, the offices.

We looked at them, pointed at them, talked about them. Someone brought in two bottles of prosecco, which was of course treated differently than the cookies.Not better, just different. At the end of the day we clutched our stomachs, talked about the exercise and diet. The only inappropropriate time to do so, after cookies and prosecco.