Harvey takes care of business These past few weeks, I've been in a bit of a rush: lack of sleep, lots of work, domestic goddess duties and total dis-organisation caused a temporary lack of fashion focus last week. I had dug out a pair of summer shoes without thinking (yes, we actually had a sunny day last week!). By the time I got to work, it was too late to realise that I had on a pair of dated but most importantly uncomfortable pair of shoes I own. And somehow, due to a packing mishap these heels had become scuffed, so not only were they painful, they were also battered. What was I thinking? As soon as I got home, they were heading straight for the bin. Luckily at home I have Harvey, the Jack Russell equivalent of a CIA Cleaner who disposed on the offending shoes. The situation with decent work shoes has yet to be resolved . . . By the way, Harvey was having some problems with his hair growing too long over his eyes so we gave him an emerge...