The low road

An afternoon spent scribbling on a flip chart in the very swanky offices of a global consulting group.

An evening spent presenting the scribbles to the boss man.

A quick blip on the way back to the train in between in the afternoon part and the evening bit.

The new mirror for the hall arrived too. Delayed for two weeks thanks to the various beasts from the east but now on the wall at last so everyone can have a final sartorial check before they leave the house.