In a complete contrast to yesterday, it is a nice morning for it. Cycling that is.
Today is my boss's last day before his retirement and I spend the whole day trying to extract as much as possible from his brain before 5pm.
L asks me what books I would like for my birthday. Clearly this is a ruse to get herself around the current book embargo and legitimately into Waterstones. Although, of course, I would only expect her to visit to the sports book section.
She says that shutting her eyes for the first two floors would be disrespectful and akin to me swimming in the pool with a bikini clad female in the lane either side but not taking a peek. The difference being that I’d take a peak but I wouldn’t bring one home with me.
(Friday 28th March)