It had been a whirlwind year. From graduating at University up north, to getting married, the arrival of our son and then accepting my first position in a job in the Big Smoke. And so it was, as a young family we headed excitedly down to London to start our new life together…

One of my first tasks in my new job was to appoint myself a Secretary. We interviewed three girls, myself and my boss, all very well qualified, though one woman was a good fifteen years older than me, so it would’ve felt a bit like having my mother at work.

Which left a choice of two. One girl had slightly more experience, but in all honesty was a bit of a plain Jane, frumpy, with big NHS glasses and spots around her mouth. The other girl, less experienced but oh my, those dark brown eyes, raven hair and hour