I’m very very stinky tonight. The place I was working in was hot and full of geeky teenagers. If you’ve ever been to a comic convention, there’s a certain miasmic odour that goes with large groups of geeky youth. So I’m writing this as I run a lukewarm bath for myself.
Last night and this morning I was quite proud of myself. Brian and Maddy thought I was dead. I went to bed before them, woke before them and managed to leave quietly despite coffee and a noisy one sided conversation about cuddles from Misty. Misty looks like a cute little fluffpot but she screams like a 40 a day Rolling Stones fan. They messaged checking I was okay at about 9. I had even set the coffee machine back to their preference. I like the espresso bubbler. They like a plunger. Different grind size. I love that grinder, and the milk system we have going now. Great coffee at home saves loads.
Ah the bath is ready. I’m in it.
So yes I’m off out tomorrow again early. Great big companies employing me for this one and you know how I am with NDAs, I can’t go joking about the smell of ’em and then tell you who they are.
They gave me a sandwich and a double decker for lunch, and I walked to Heisenberg for an excellent and oddly Breaking Bad themed latte.
But yeah I drove to work and parked for less than a tenner. JustPark have blown the doors off, they are making London so much more driveable for those of us with cars left. For the price of return tube I get to go in Bergie with air con and my choice of music. I parked in someone’s driveway. No wonder NCP have gone into administration. Work was in Ealing near the studios, so quicker for me by car than any other way. I had a moment of pause thinking of the distance between what I expected for myself this age when I first laid eyes on Ealing Studios aged 20. I’m glad I’m good at running tech conference rooms but…
Anyway I’m gonna wash the grime off.
