You are snowed under at work, your inbox is full of unread emails and messages with red exclamation marks next to them, you haven’t had time for lunch and you have a meeting you don’t want to go to starting in half an hour.
Then a miracle happens. The boss’ PA calls to tell you that, for reasons you are too giddy with excitement to hear, the meeting has been cancelled. Suddenly your whole afternoon opens up before you like a beautiful summer field full of daisies. You feel like running barefoot through the car park and jumping for joy. Well, sort of.