Jenny had to go into work for a meeting. It was something she didn't have to very often and tried to avoid if she could. Once in a while it was inevitable though.
Her office was in London. And even though the meeting wasn't until 11, she still had to get up stupidly early to get there on time.
It was late summer now, almost Autumn, and it was still dark when her alarm roused her reluctantly from her bed.
She dressed in the darkness, not wanting to disturb David. It was a pain having to put on office clothes again, when she was used to simply dressing for comfort.
When she had first started out in her career and had worked in an office full time, she had enjoyed dressing the part, feeling smart and sophisticated. But the feeling had soon palled, as had office life, and she had embraced the almost total lack of office time in her current job.
When she made it outside, the sun was just coming up and the streets were deserted. She was dreading the day ahead but there was always a slightly special feeling about being up alone in an otherwise deserted world.
The sun just peeped it's brilliant head above a nearby building in a pink, dreamy sky. It was going to be a glorious day.
She had to change trains at Oxford. She was just getting herself a coffee when her phone beeped.
It was her boss. Something had come up. The meeting was cancelled.
Brilliant, she thought. Why couldn't he have told her this last night and spared her the early start.
Still, it meant she didn't have to go to the meeting, and that could only be a good thing. What to do now though?
