Only 84 emails to greet me this morning. It's nice to have a few days off! It would appear that liitle has happened in my absence (though I'm sure my absence had little to do with it). Originally planned to meet up with Miss Ellie in Guildford, but after a brief chat we decided it was not worth it as there had been so little progress.
Julie Hobbit missed us by a few minutes yesterday, but managed to get our address from the hotel so has sent on the promised book by post. She has also included her contact details, so we must get back to her. (The Postman commented that he'd seen my photo of the local sunset, on the TV - Fame at last! I assure you it won't go to my head.)
During the morning the Gorse Fox waded through emails and sorted out administrivia. Cousteau-cub printed some photos, and then the Silver Vixen took her home to Brighton at lunchtime. She explained that the had been a bit of excitement when nearing the lair of Cousteau-cub; the Police had a road (which she wanted to use) blocked off, and the front of one of the houses and it's top floor were missing. One hopes this was an accident and nobody was injured.
Heard from the Mighty Atom, his promotion has come through. Well deserved, and long overdue. He's talking of test driving a Golf this weekend. Be interesting to see how he enjoys it after the MINI.
Long conference call during afternoon regarding governance and project management. Oh joy!
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