Clock watching

I had a pitch meeting today which I've been dreading all week. Thursday afternoon was spent walking around thinking of excuses of how to get out of it. Thursday night was restless, waking up every 30 minutes to look at the clock with the intention of getting up early to run through everything one more time. Got out of bed just after three, made coffee and did everything but a run through having decided that the time down to London on the train would be ample. Got an earlier train which meant I had too much time so spent it clock watching again at London Liverpool Street.

I think the meeting went okay, I'll find out on Monday for certain. In the meantime it's the weekend so no need to look at a clock for a while. Time travels differently when watched.