The ramblings of an aging body housing a mind that still thinks it's 25!
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
The early train to London was very quiet, but on arrival the tube was rammed. The Gorse Fox let one go, deeming it unseemly to force his way in the personal space of other people at that time of the morning. Securing a spot on the next tube he set off towards the stomping ground of the Ripper and along the route was joined by a colleague. This gave us a chance to compare notes and catch up on gossip en route.
Remarkably good day in the office - no significant interruptions and a lot was achieved.
Heading home now; no plans to return to London this week.