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Monday, December 06, 2010

Best laid...

No that is not the mémoire of a famous footballer. The Gorse Fox got up early to complete some work - the particular Starfleet system was not working, and GF's WiFi at home kept dropping. This did not bode well for the day ahead. Fortunately, the early start did not mean an early train in this case.

After hacking several feet of permafrost from the Silver Vixen's car, GF was chauffeured to the station for a mid-morning train. In retrospect he prefers the rush hour. By the time this train was up near London it was packed - and having stopped at Gatwick the aisles were full of suitcases, and having stopped at East Croydon was topped up with Chavs with their mobile phones, pushchairs and screaming children.

Once at Starfleet the preparation time for the afternoon's review was gobbled up by questions regarding the bid to the current client and as usual there were numerous interpretations of what they were asking. No doubt this will cause additional confusion.

The afternoon's review went well, and GF had it all written up and tucked away by late afternoon.

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