Twelve meetings later and I’m homeward bound. Four days, three states, twelve meetings. Not a bad effort!
I left the office and walked out in the bitter cold. I could either go back to my hotel and order room service or I could brace the cold and walk two blocks to a busy sushi restaurant.
Wednesday, four more grueling presentations scheduled and a couple of catch up meetings at the office.
What a different experience. I actually made it to Bentonville this time and while my total time on the ground in Arkansas was 23 hours it was mission accomplished.
New York bound.
Towards the end of my ten hour flight to Dallas, light refreshments were served, American style.
And so it appears I am on my way back to Bentonville.
It seems like every time I fly, I end up in floods over a tear-jerker of a movie.
Day two of cycling in London and we decided to ride to Enfield in North London to have coffee with the dad of Letad.
Bike riding in London is a new and exciting adventure only to be undertaken by the very brave or the very foolish.
As we were flat hunting, we decided it would be a great idea to do it by bike and so set off from Chalk Farm to Swiss Cottage and on to South Hampstead.
That was all very nice with the exception of the Swiss Cottage intersection which required careful navigation.
Arriving in South Hampstead it seemed we had missed the estate agent by five minutes (they don’t wait around for long) and so it was off to our next destination, Stoke Newington.
We set off up a long, slow gradient towards Hampstead Village, I had plotted the route on the iPhone which unfortunately didn’t take hills into consideration. Halfway up Fitzjohns Avenue, we stopped for a breather. The Purple Duchess was proving to be quite heavy and fitness levels needed a little improving.
5:30am and I was up. The birds had been singing for half an hour as they were lulled into a false sense of Spring by the unseasonably warm winter but time to get up, I was off to Paris for the day.