Meditation

Skidded into the office this morning on a trail of wet leaves. Thankfully our new volunteer, Stacey, had already got the kettle on so I took a quiet five minutes in the coffee room to get my head together. If I can I do like to meditate in a morning, I know some in the office are slightly perturbed by the sight of me sat cross legged in stocking feet but I couldn't give a rat's eye ball - they're not the ones dealing with the onslaught of reception. So there I sat, breathing deeply whilst Stacey wittered away in the background about last night's telly. I stopped only when she mentioned the presence of one of my favourite soap stars in her bikini. I am a man after all.