So I did in the end manage to attend the afternoon sessions of the technical conference, and it was great to catch up with Grinderman and get an update on the London situation, and of course Golfy and Stretch, as well as a number of other colleagues, friends and ne'er do wells.
The planned Ruby had to be called of due to a number of factors:
- Stretch had to wax his legs or something, and some other stuff about getting plastered
- Golfy just could not be bothered.
So Kenobi found himself driving home at the normal time to spend a rather pleasant evening with his family. We had cous cous with roasted veg, feta and a delish harissa source, the remainder of which I shall be taking to work today for lunch. If you are in the Horsham area, drop by and marvel and the wonderfulness that is my lunch.
Back to what might just be nearly my final day today on my current short-term assignment, so may well be back on London duties by the end of this week or early next, which means back to the train commute and overnight stays, which do not fill me with much pleasure. Maybe it really is time to make some positive noises about moving on, to lay down the seeds of an exit. Should give me time to leave my mark without it leaving its mark indelibly on me. If you know what I mean.
Have a good day . . . until the next time . . .