El cuarto Mexicano ganó.

I do like relatively easy days; forty-five minutes of work in the morning followed by ten minutes of walk to the far end of George Street for a software demo in the fancy-ass wooden-panelled boardroom of the company's Investments arm featuring free coffee and biscuits (pictured) and swanky views of the recently-completed but still-completely-unused St. Andrew's Square (eighteen months to build... A PATH?) which essentially involved little other than ignoring marketing-speak and taking notes for three hours followed by a twenty-five-minute walk back to the office (I was accompanied by colleagues on the way back who took twice as long, were wearing thrice as many layers as I and complained about the cold most of the way which was probably because they were walking so slowly) followed by another couple of hours of work before another hour-long meeting followed by another quick hour of work followed by a nice quick four-mile walk (featuring a little bit of courier company-related frustration but that seems to happen most days) followed by another wee walk when the first three Mexican restaurants we targeted were either late opening due to late deliveries, had disappeared or were not on the street where they were supposed to be. In the end Viva Mexico supplied the refried beans in a very tasty manner.