I’m writing this in my hotel room of the fifth floor of the brigstow hotel in
I suppose I had beter start with how I got here. Well it was no mean feat. I got a tube from
I rang Mr Lamsdale apon my arrival, and arranged to meet him on the top floor. When I got there, he wasn’t to be seen. So I rang again. He had mistakingly added a floor, and cirrected himself and said it was on the first floor instead. Still he wasn’t to be seen. Well you may have guessed the rest of this: The Taxi driver had taken me to the ‘other’ office about 2 miles down the road from my intended destination. What bugged me is that I don’t just say ‘this companies Headquaters’, I had explicitly given the exact address of the office I wanted to go to. He chose to ignore this, and just drop me off here anyway.
Richard picked me up in his car anyway, and it wasn’t long before we were busily working away in our new temporary offices. It was long and fairly ardeous. One of those situations when it takes you 30 minutes to connect to the internet and 2 weeks to get a days work done. We struggled through it and got a good days work out at the end.
By 8.30 we called quittin’ time, and Rhonda, Richard and I all crammed ourselves in to Richards little Alfa Romeo and followed the female voice of the GPS navigation system back to the Hotel, despite it insisting we drive through a taxi rank, through some bollards and nearly in to a river to avoid a one way system.
We ate in the resteraunt in the Hotel and had a drink before ‘retiring’. There’s no damn internet connectivity in the room yet (until I work out a way of paying for it), so this post is likely to go out Tuesday morning, when I’m in the office. Hopefully I’ll be able to post tomorrow before the evening!
Well I’m pretty beat now, and looking forward to some rest. Hopefully tomorrow I will have dropped the bland writing style and may be adventurous enough to write something a little more exciting! So you’ll have to forgive me today because it’s been rather long.
Speak to you all tomorrow!