Early evening storm

ONCE you have given up the ghost, everything follows with dead certainty, even in the midst of chaos.

It was a bad start to a good day. The first coaching session started at 8:00. The room is nicer than yesterday, but it has no projector or screen. That's going to make it challenging to review the team's work. No matter - Karen puts in a call to facilities and a projector duly turns up. There's also no whiteboard, but we snaffle one from the room I was in yesterday.

I recognise most of the first team's members. One of them, the team lead, has recently lost a family member, which leads to a temporary flood situation mid-morning. The team tries to ignore it. I call a break and emote - yes, that's right EMOTE.

The afternoon session has less emotional challenges, but is, in fact, more demanding. I don't think they get as much out of the session, but then you never know.

I slink off to the Bulldog Beer company for a swift pint (it's supposed to be cloudy - honest). Sitting outside, reading Seveneves, the humid heat erupts in another tropical deluge. The bartender comes outside and admits to Scottish heritage: name Gow. These storms only happen in North Carolina in August. And, yes, his life dream is to go to Glasgow. Really.

Twenty minutes later the storm has run it's course. I walk over the steamy tarmac back to the Seoul Meat Company, a "Korean Fusion" restaurant. Their pork scratchings are amazing. The kimchi slaw is OK, as is the fish taco. The green tea ice cream with "biscuits" are also excellent.