GF had been invited to a social function next Monday. This was interesting, as it was to be an opportunity to meet with the great and good from Esteemed Client's and Starfleet's management teams. However, GF has had to decline... he has now discovered that it is an evening "at the races" in Windsor.
GF is immensely allergic to horses and the dust thrown up by them as they gallop, and felt quite unwell as a result of his last trip to the races (and had to walk out of the Royal Tournament, one year). He feels that standing there wheezing and coughing, with a dripping nose, and swollen bloodshot eyes is probably not the image he wishes to portray to "great and the good".
[File under: Diary]
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