Watching America

Been thinking a lot about ‘merica today. 

Kind of fits in with recent themes of existential dread, but then again the prospect of a returning psychopath with his Giant Wotsit of a finger on the nuclear button will do that to you.

Good luck to any USA-based chums and/or Blippers when casting your vote tomorrow. Now more than ever, the eyes of the world will be upon you. Not that this means a lot coming from a resident of the UK….

Against this backdrop, I was grateful for just the right amount of work to come back to (with the joy of a couple of regulatory tests thrown in) and a meeting with my counterpart (seems like a nice chap) from the new owners, which kept me out of trouble for the most part. We had a discussion about technology in client meetings and whilst I’m partial to a new gadget or gizmo, I’m old school in meetings and favour a pad and pen - the only picture I have taken all day, how tedious! 

The return of the wee ones always helps too. With the abandonment of after-school club now, I’ve grown to love the 3.30pm opening creak of the back gate as it usually means the emergence of a bicycle (theirs) accompanied by a be-helmeted cheeky grin, with a tight hug following not too far behind.

It also means that dinner preparation is not too far away, so I best crack on with that rather than rambling on here!