In the past, I’d never had much difficulty getting up for work. However, that was in the pre-Mark days. Now it was sheer torture to have to leave his warm, slightly furry and eminently huggable body of a morning. Mark wanted to get up with me, but I told him there really wasn’t any point. He might as well stay under the quilt where it was warm. I was beginning to worry about him though. Not being able to find work was really getting to him. He felt humiliated having to sign on as unemployed every two weeks.
When I arrived at work, I found a message in my pigeonhole. I’d landed an interview for the senior’s position.
I gave Mary a hug when she told me she’d received a rejection letter. “You’d have knocked ’em dead if they’d have given you a chance,” I told her.
“You’re a sweetheart.” S
