Early this morning arriving at work I shot up the stairs to see The Boss.

In my hand rewritten assignment rejected so brusquely last week.

His secretary - A canny woman - Suggests I make an appointment.

But But - Says I - Lower lip quivering. It’s really rather important.

I’m sorry - She said - You’ll need an appointment. Would Friday morning suit?

No way - I say - It must be today! Then I commence my Little Boy Lost.

I’m pleading away and down on one knee - Eyes wide and close to tears.

Okay - She says - Enough already! Blimey I think - She sounds like me!

She disappears through oaken door - Returning in seconds with Boss in tow.

What - He said. You have one minute! I hold out the folder and bow.

He looks at me then flicks through pages. Better - He said - Now sod off.

My pleasure - I muttered. Span on one heel. And proudly left his office.

The End ... x