Three nights later

It was a manic three nights with drinks, dinners and, I’m mortified to admit, karaoke. There’s nothing like going into a small room (similar to a padded cell) to belt out a random mix of songs with drunk colleagues. Very surreal indeed.

I went along for optics, that is to say, it was a sociable thing to do with a new emerging leadership team. I now find myself as part of this team, mainly due to lay offs and departures so the term failing upwards (one of my favourite corporate terms) comes to mind.

I escaped as the clock struck midnight and I scampered off into the drunken madness of Soho on a hot summer evening, celebrations continuing late into the night.

After a third sleeplesss night where I was awake at the ungodly hour of 5am and too much daylight, I couriered paperwork to the solicitor, picked up my replacement glasses with lighter frames and struggled through the rest of the day until it was time to head to the airport.

Summer travel has been chaotic in the UK so far but despite the long queues snaking back and forth around security, it was better than it looked and only took about half an hour.

My preference is always to fly in the early morning before the delays set in but as a late afternoon flight with a thirty minute delay, again it could have been so much worse.

And so with tube strikes ahead in London next week I’ve decided to work remotely and stay in France for the week so that’s one less trip.

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