Shhh, don’t tell. This is a surprise. A covert mission.
It’s Someone-Who-Cannot-Be-Mentioned’s birthday tomorrow. For his present, his wife had me photograph their three-month-old baby.
This might sound easy, but Someone-Who-Cannot-Be-Mentioned works from home, and his wife, on mat leave, is also at home.
Luckily, the Neighbours-Who-Cannot-Be-Mentioned are out of town, and it’s Someone-Who-Cannot-Be-Mentioned’s job to feed their cat. So, the other day, I met Someone-Who-Cannot-Be-Mentioned’s wife at the Neighbours-Who-Cannot-Be-Mentioned’s house, hoping that Someone-Who-Cannot-Be-Mentioned didn’t see out of his window.
How she explained the length of her absence, is classified information. As far as I know, it went off without a hitch. Tomorrow, Someone-Who-Cannot-Be-Mentioned will wake to a couple of these pictures on his office wall, and the story will go public.
