Time Pressure

On Monday morning last week Sandie and I even managed to eat together and discuss the week ahead (our final week before going away on holiday together in the mountains). As I was playing the week out in my head, Sandie could see something was troubling me. I was most reluctant to tell her what the issue was; I knew that it wouldn’t be a good idea but on her insistence I spat it out. I told her that I only had 1 hour to have lunch with a client on the Thursday and that I was sure that this wouldn’t be enough time to go through everything we had to talk about. I knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to share this worry bead with her....“the last time I had an hour to sit down and eat blah blah blah”..... And once again, just for the record, thankfully we managed to extend the client lunch to 90 minutes so we did get everything done.

PS Because there may be children reading this blog, I’ll not tell you what Sandie said at the end of the week when I told her that on the Tuesday night I had managed to dine at Arbutus in London, an excellent restaurant (thanks Dominic for the tip!), which has recently received its first Michelin star.....