My Personal Assistant
It was mid January, 2005. Crisp outside with a fresh covering of snow from the night before and I was out on my daily run with my faithful companion Buster (my 3 year old chocolate lab). I had finished my run and started the 3 mile walk back to the house, my thoughts had again drifted back to my recent divorce which had been finalised a week ago. I'd just had my 31st birthday but had not really felt like celebrating as I was still in the final throws of the divorce at the time. It was strange,...