I love my pets but
I just glanced down and saw a flea on my shirt.
I’m sitting at my desk. In
I haven’t been anywhere near my pets (or anyone else’s) since yesterday morning.
I don’t know what to do. If I was at home I’d pinch it between thumb and finger and plunged it into a glass of water, since I can never squish them between thumbnails like S can.
I tried to pluck it surreptitiously from my left breast, but it scarpered. I couldn’t even jump up and start searching for it since I have a young intern chap sitting exactly to my right, and an account exec sitting opposite me this afternoon for some mentoring.
They both think I’m typing something very grown up and important.
I have Fleas! This flea (and his friends, presumably) came all the way to London, to work yesterday, stayed at Maj’s house last night and came to work again today.