• Dirty Little Secrets

    Got to work in a flat spin this morning. Everything went wrong…I overslept a bit more than usual, had a fashion crises, a bad hair day and Darcy decides to choose the moment I`m walking out the door to announce that he is not well mommy (poor puppy). So, I arrive late. In my harassed state I basically fling myself into the lift, much to the amusement of two lanyarded, t-shirted, jeans wearing techies. I look crazy…bag over one shoulder, laptop over the other and I`m balancing my take-away coffee, a file and a diary. And there we are…. we`re kind of doing the thing we all do in lifts…ignore…