Yesterday my electronic calendar died so I missed a couple of meetings and forgot that I had one in the afternoon. Right on meeting time, I was busy on the phone to New Girl, loudly berating her for confusing me about some stuff, when Canned Ham coughed politely at my office door and indicated the people waiting to see me.
After the meeting I got straight back on the phone to New Girl.
"What a disaster! I mean, the meeting itself was fine but I realised they were sitting at the table facing my desk and just look at it - empty coke bottle fallen over, bits of my lunch everywhere, my handbag tipped over and everything spilling out of it and a site up on the internet that's clearly not work-related."
"And on the upside," she said cheerily, "Not a bra in sight!"