Skyline

It was a busy day by the banks of the mighty Thames. GF is getting the knack of this commuting lark... though today there was a necessity to top up on sleep on the way to town.

GF is busy trying to find a needle in a haystack. Though nobody is sure whether the needle exists, and whether this is the right haystack. As a result he has (yet another) spreadsheet that is growing in complexity by the hour and is being completed by one teleconference after another (a situation that will extend into tomorrow if not beyond).

In order to be available for a conference call, GF left early and strolled across the bridge to Embankment. He may have been in a hurry, but to too much to stop for a photo down stream. It had been a lovely warm summer afternoon, and everything seemed bright, and everyone wore a smile (like MPs when their expenses come through).

Once at Victori GF found a corner to occupy whilst on the conference call... and then finally made his way home. As he walked through the door a cold glass of wine was pressed into his hand and he reflected on how long the glass would manage to maintain its hold on the liquid.