One for sorrow...

...although I did greet him in the traditional fashion that is supposed to ensure that there are others, luckier in number, just out of sight in the shrubbery.

This was after a very early start from Leith, the five hour train journey to MK, and an afternoon on the subjects of HR and Twitter. The evening meal with colleagues was more enjoyable, apart from when Hayley poured her glass of red wine over my trousers. Luckily they are black, so it didn't show - sure did smell bad though. Even luckier, she missed the iPad, which is not as washable as the jeans.