Name on the door

I don’t think I’ve ever had my name on the door. Shame they misspelled it ‘Hardwood’.  I started to pick the ‘d’ off but realised it’d make it a bit messy and set Jeannine on getting it changed. 

First train cancelled so arrived in the office mid way through a zoom we were having with our writer.  Full on day which ended with dinner in West London with Manda.  V was up in town for another dinner and we merged on the train, me approaching via Chiswick, Clapham Junction and Woking. Actually very efficient. Successful voyage!