While I was in New York, huge progress was made. We now have a kitchen floor!
Hold on a second… what’s this grey sky? What’s this wet stuff? Where is the large yellow ball? Where’s the blue?
Having seen a sign at LAX for the Lactation Room, I feel I’ve seen it all. Political correctness gone mad.
Part of life in California is the obligatory mani pedi and unlike London, it doesn’t cost a month’s salary.
It was a perfect day in Venice.
I gave up trying to sleep and walked to the beach.
Sunshine, blue skies, humming birds and butterflies.
Five meetings and we ended on a high as we’d saved the best till last.
Despite my intention to treat this trip as a mini break with meetings, a twelve hour day with three meetings and a business dinner scuppered my plans somewhat. I staggered into my hotel room at 9:30pm absolutely shattered, having left at 9am.
After a day fraught with technical glitches, I decided to enjoy a nice cold glass of champagne in the hotel bar.