Creatively late…

I was an hour late getting to the office this morning. I could offer all sorts of excuses, such as the bus was late, or it had broken down, or my nails fell off as I was closing the front door and I had to go back in to stick them back on again, or the dog was sick on my shoes. Only, I don’t have a dog, and I think I can safely say that I have never worn false nails in my life, and actually, I don’t catch a bus to the office. I walk. Because it is on the same floor as my bedroom. In my house. So no excuse. Simply, battering wind and pounding rain on the window at four-thirty a.m. and a what-the-heck-it’s nearly-Christmas excuse for lying an extra hour beneath a warm and luxurious feather duvet. I’ll be lucky if my boss doesn’t give me a reprimand. That is, if I had a boss…

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