leftfield

There's someone here at work who sits about a metre away from me. Over the years we have exchanged little more than sarcastic comments and borderline insults.... until today when he approached me in the kitchen and, completely out of the blue, told me that he happens to be mates with the editor of my absolute dream publication. Five minutes later he's emailed her and now she wants to talk to me about freelancing. I just can't believe it. Where on earth did that come from? Maybe The Secret is more powerful than I thought...