The Light....

...the blinding light. Not the beautiful early morning light on Liverpool St, but the glaring light in my brain after a night on red wine and more red wine. Up late, made the flight to Edinburgh by the hair on my teeth and had a gentle laugh at the Japanese lads with white masks in the queue in front of me....clearly designed to protect them from the smell of alcohol sweating from my pores.

Made a reasonable fist of a client visit in the afternoon and then returned to my desk to find that our MD of less than one year had resigned....the day before our big divisional re-org announcement; that doesn't sound good.

Home now with Owen, enduring his homework whilst Nancy is at the PTA meeting.