I was out walking for my lunch yesterday, a quick wander down to the local garage. The nearest to my office is around 20 minutes walk away, which kills your lunch hour quite nicely. Its a boring walk, consisting of two straight roads at right angles to each other, both with hedges or houses down both sides.
Just as I’m heading back toward the office a black cab pulls up and asks directions to my office. I’m not totally surprised by this, what I am surprised about is that he offered me a lift to show him where the office was, and what the reading on the meter was when I got in…£277, that must have been an important delivery.
In other news things are hectic without really showing any kind of progress – I’ve forgotten how to sleep and there hardly seems time for it anyway.
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