Stitched Up Again !

It was a couple of days after returning from the convention in Manchester when Debbi stormed into the office. "I don't believe it, she's bloody stitched me up again !"

"Who has ?" said Carol. She had been going to ask about the hunky detective from the hotel but saw that her friend was not in a receptive mood. "Who d'you think ?"

"Diane ? But she's in Brussels."

"She's got a bloody long reach though" explained Debbi. "You know she arranged that merger with the German company ?"

"Yeah, impressive what with Brexit and everything" Carol admitted reluctantly. "Yeah whatever. Anyway, now it seems she's come up with this idea of a celebration weekend of events."

"So?"

"So, it includes a sodding athletics meet or race or whatever and she's told Jeff I volunteered to be the women's representative for the company !"

"What ? Just the one ?"

"Seems so. There's other music and craft events so it's not just this athletics. There's gonna be someone from her Brussels team as well as a girl from the northern office plus me and the German. Stew's been roped in for the men's race."

"So what is it exactly ?" asked Carol. "Apparently there's five elements to it. Morning's long jump, high jump and 100 meters. Then after lunch, a kind of mini biathlon with two lengths of the pool followed by a transition to an 800 meter run.

"Not exactly the Olympics then" said Carol encouragingly. "Maybe not but I've not done anything competitively for over eight years" Debbi replied. "You're pretty fit though and maybe it won't be that competitive ?" mused Carol. "Not competitive ? They're Germans for goodness sake" exclaimed Debbi ! "So anyway, Jeff's given me the afternoon off for training for the next couple of weeks. High jump ! I've never done a high jump in my life. They go backwards don't they ? How the hell do I learn to do that ?"

"When is it ?" asked Carol. "Just under three weeks at the weekend" Debbi replied. "Oh well, at least there doesn't seem much scope for you to lose your clothes " laughed Carol. Debbi scowled. "Guess there is that" she conceded.