The morning before Meryl

After a slippy start to the morning I trudged my way into work, skating across the pavements and sludging through the snow. Had I not had a lunch-date I'd have swapped my smart attire for waterproof pants and wellies. There was no need for thick soled footwear as the thought of lunch with Meryl the model kept me upright for the rest of the morning. Not even the frantic demands of the team could keep the spring from my step as I floated from one administrative task to another. I felt as light as a feather, nothing weighing me down, as I took a tea break I mused on the giddy feeling in my belly and thought 'this is what love must feel like'. It was so bizarre, falling for a woman I had not yet met. As the clock struck twelve I swept out of the door in a cloud of cologne. I wanted to make an entrance, to be the best that I could be. I had a positive feeling about this one.