The office Christmas party is a fairly reliable source of office gossip - whether it's Mr Farmlife's "busy" hands or the effects of Mr Arable Reporter's "come to bed" eyes.
Sadly this year's celebrations yielded little in the way of shame, probably due to the lack of any dancefloor facilities.
We did randomly stumble upon a shepherdess in Wimbledon Village though who was very complimentary about Farmers Weekly which was nice.
Mr Arable Reporter powers up the "come to bed" eyes
The Arable section is in safe hands ...
Livestock and Machinery demonstrate cross-desk working
Excuse me, did I lose my napkin down there?