Success is like reaching an important birthday and finding you're exactly the same. (Audrey Hepburn)

When she came to visit for the weekend she told me over tea in the sunroom about the man in her office, twenty years her senior with a son not much younger than her, who she fancied. She told me all the torrid things she thought about when he walked into the office with a crisp suit on. We giggled and used hushed voices so Christian wouldn’t hear and judge us. He was uptight about such things.

“So he comes into my cubicle one day and I didn’t see him creep up behind me. He always enters energetically with some charming opening line but this time he didn’t. I couldn’t see him when he asked me if I had updated the authorization list. It startled me a little. I didn’t say anything. I just opened it up and he leaned in to check over it. His face was almost touching mine and I got goosebumps.”

I got goosebumps as I listened, experiencing it.

“Then he pulled away and made a joke about something stupid and left.”

“Anti-climatic.”

“You’re telling me.”