People do feelings more than they would like to admit

Patsy and I were talking the other night. I love the fact I have a friend called Patsy. I have yet to see her falling down the stairs, Bolly- soaked and beehive akimbo, but somehow I just know she has it in her. Buried under her self-confessed Volvo-style behaviour is a Maserati Ghibli just screaming to get out. Anyhoo, talking to Patsy made me think of a new client I’m working with.