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Bacon and eggs with a side order of AK47

Some people start their day with a bowl of Special K and a cup of green tea, others might sweat it out on a treadmill before digging into a protein shake. Me? I start my day with eleven messages blinking red on my Blackberry from my boss (who is supposed to be on holiday in Greece), a customs clearing agent and a dodgy Russian customer.


Said messages barely leave me enough time to shovel some cereal and luke warm tea down my throat before running (well, teetering) in my tried and tested 'comfortable' heels to my car – furiously typing responses to messages and trying not to get really annoyed with spell check.


I'm not one of those women who got the multi-tasking gene ... I get distracted. Hence the three almost accidents I managed to swerve out of the way of just in time (Thank you Lord!).


Anyway, I did actually manage to get to work without adding another dent to my ever-faithful 'Puckles' (yip, I named my car). And managed to get into the gallery just on time to be met by three armed guards holding AK47s tightly to their 'I eat a LOT of red meat' chests ... no jokes ...


Couriering diamonds around the world is a serious business. A lot of fuss and a mountain of paperwork for a few small stones that were once lumps of carbon. I can't help but notice the irony.


One call to a rather annoyed sounding bank manager, two calls to the customs clearing agent and a call to my boss (trying to talk over the animated 'I will give good service' speech by a Greek waitron) later ... crisis was averted. Order restored. And my usual 'happy go lucky' demeanor back in check.


I just keep thinking of Emily Blunt's character's line in The devil wears Prada: 'I love my job. I love my job.' 




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