Channelling Grace Kelly

In difficult times one has gleaned an important insight – do it like Grace Kelly.

Difficult times could be considered breaking up with a partner. Grace has come in handy on many an occasion – especially when the broken romance begun, lived and died within office confines.

It’s the sweet and the sour that experiencing an office relationship brings.

Sweet being the taste of minimal effort required when day-to-day contact is a lovely likelihood in the throes of springtime flourishing. Sour is the offset of a faded dream wafting through the stale air-conditioning vent of my now restricted-access workspace.

But just like Grace I resist chav-like notions to exact Burberry-esque bitterness on the ex. The thought of relocating his clothes from my house onto his office desk in a heap, or on the streets is tempting.

But would Grace lower herself so? No she would not.

I could cry epic proportions of public tears too – if I was not Grace. Maybe if I was more Croyden-like with the makeshift facelift. Surely the tension of the hair being pulled so tightly into a ponytail would be motivation enough.

This just isn’t dignified.

Too few people actually impart this gem.

Moving on gets easier when you carry it off with a bit of dignity. It might feel like a massive effort – but so too is donning a pair of killer stilettos and taking on the cobbled streets of London. But wow, do you look amazing.

Dignity is more than just keeping up appearances, it’s about putting on a brave face and taking it all in your stride.

Oh bloody hell, I just remembered the Mika song. Dam it …