'Just the right kind of full hands' lives in my head rent free. You make the work look like an art form.

24 tables before 9am. Solid morning.

Tucked blouse, single hoop, badge placed just right. You styled yourself like a client brief and called it Tuesday.

Once spilled a pint mid-set. 24 tables of champagne is a different sport entirely.

Yours was for laughs, hers is meant to be invisible. Different sports entirely.