All's well that something or other

I sent Philippa a text at 11 last night. She replied at ten past. We both apologised. I called her at midnight and we chatted til 2. Then she drove round and was here by 3am. So apart from those wasted few hours last night when the heat increased and the hormones started flying, it should be a good weekend. I hope so, because I’m going away again on Monday. Ginger Graham is speaking at some big industry event in London, and for some reason I’ve got to go with him. It’s a four-day conference where I can ‘meet other people from the company’ and ‘further my understandings of the corporate sale-and-efficiency model‘ and ‘enhance my future chances of inter-company advancement’ or something. I’d stopped listening properly when he got as far as ‘meet other people..’
God, it’s going to be awful.

RC 10-9-11