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...