The day was a bit frantic... preparing contractual material, discussing resourcing, reviewing specifications and coping with the general level of phone calls and questions. In some ways it was frustrating as it is clear that there have been some decisions made (within Starfleet) without due consideration of the impact.
GF got away at a sensible time and headed south-east, back to the safety of Sussex. Cousteau-cub had already left for her "Farewell Do" in Brighton... en event for which Brighton is surely not prepared. So GF and the Silver Vixen had a quiet evening examining the contents of an interesting Sicilian wine bottle.
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