Is was, as billed, a fairly crappy week. Up at stupid o'clock for 3 days, to get the train North - neatly interspaced so they had to be return trips. And the budget numbers are not yet resolved quite to my satisfaction.
Which is why I was particularly looking forward to some serious 'me' time on Friday - meeting with suppliers in the morning, and the rest of the day to myself.
And things were going fine, with the meeting largely consisting of: them stroking my ego, interspaced with a bit of mutual congratulation on how much money we seem to be making.
So I take my leave after lunch; and I'm just dropping my pass at reception; and I would have gotten away with it too - if it hadn't been for their pesky Client Services Director. With his "I'm just on my way out, I've booked a taxi, I can drop you back at the office...."
Back? At the office?? With Kay Saatchi's gallery opening, and the RCA sculpture show on???? I think not...
And we're inching through the afternoon traffic. Away from where I want to be. Towards where I definitely do not. And the clock's ticking, so.......so...... I have a vital walnut bread errand I need to run.
I bail out a couple of blocks away; wave them round the corner, and jump the nearest tube. For the couple of changes and half dozen stops to get me back where I started....
But it was worth it because, I'm head over heels in love. And yes, it's purely physical, and yes we've got no prospect of a future together. But, when the object of your desires is perfection, such obstacles are trifles. Because truly, there is no greater love than that between a man and half tonne block of steel.
