Limehouse

I had a reasonable night's sleep on the Caledonian sleeper and awoke to porridge, orange juice and tea.

After a slight panic, Cucumber Limited started a 3-day company meeting in a rented office on Finsbury Square. Nuff said about that.

We're staying in a flat at Limehouse on the 7th floor. I got the blow up mattress, which deflates almost as fast as it inflates. I retired it in favour of sleeping on the duvet instead.

We met up at Boceta, a tapas restaurant a few miles away, and just asked them to bring us food. And did they bring us food. The high point was probably the lamb cutlets, but it was all good.

Back at the flat we hacked until midnight, at which point I threw them out of the living room and passed out.