A shower and a second breakfast...
...made me feel a little less like the box of shavings the cat had her kittens in. I went up to the office and unlocked the door, sniffed in the twice-breathed air and the smell of dust.
I opened the window and inhaled the fry cook smell from the coffee shop next door. I sat down at my desk and felt the grit on it with my fingertips. I lit a smoke, leaned back and looked around.
"How's the new campaign?" - It was Tiny, the kid from accounts.
"Why don't you ask the trash can?"
She threw a screwed up copy of a magazine. It landed with a thump on the desk. "There, where I've marked in red" I could see the ad - 'The Detective Agency'.
"Why don't you give 'em a call?
You got nothing to lose"...
And that's how it all started...
The campaign was successful and the new brochures are going down a storm. The website is a hit and a new mailshot goes out today. My telephone hasn't stopped to take a breath and sleep is no longer a problem.
I have worries - who doesn't?
My main one is how to fit the new 'up and over' door to the garage I've just built.