Will you still love me when I'm 32?

I'm not even thinking about getting to 64 yet! It's been a tiring week. 3 days in Gloucester, 1 in Paris, and a final one working from home that's just about to finish once I've completed this posting.

Ever since I was a young lad I always had my work and my sport. Even after I stopped playing football seriously I needed to do some other form of physical activity - hence the dull as ditch water running, and the more enjoyable horse riding. This has always helped me remain more or less healthy - e.g. I typically tend to avoid winter colds and sniffles, have never had any adverse reaction to any foodstuffs etc. However I now wonder if I'm beginning to show my age....on Tuesday night I managed to have an allergic reaction after having had, wait for it, a glass of chilled water. I also have to make a conscious effort to ensure I don't confuse the solutions for my Swedish Telco RFP, my Gloucester banking client and my UK based transport opportunity. Maybe I just need to take fewer planes and more holidays.

The over-riding memory of the week however is definitely the fact that I've started to secure all the people I want for my new project team. I've not managed to get everyone, but I'm managing to dig out some really good guys. I think we'll be up and running at full speed by mid-September once I'm back from my holidays. Let the games begin!

On a completely unrelated note, I forgot to mention that last week I went running one morning and stumbled across the central train station in Stockholm. For regular followers of the blog, you'll know about my fascination with such places. Just for the record, I would say that a Swedish railway station is in between that of a Finnish one (quiet as a morgue) and a London one (deafening cacophony).