There was indeed, much wine consumed that weekend, beginning on thursday. I suffered friday and decided upon moderation from then on. We did, however, manage to fill the recycle bin to, and beyond, its capacity. A first for this household!
Accountants do not retire, they simply crumble into dust and get lost under piles of calculations.
For some reason I have a vision of your particular accountant sitting in a darkened room with a very large ledger and a very dark and robust counting machine with a ticker tape type pile of paper around his feet. He still prefers to use his quillpen and loses his glasses frequently upon his head. A very Dickension vision.
Bah, humbug!