Under the rush hour

1. Another sunny day and as it progresses something happens that makes me hugely angry and deeply disappointed. It catches in my throat and walking along I can barely focus on the fact that there's a big party of pipers out side the piping centre, having a ball. I am furious.

2. Over to the Theatre Royal for a pretty cool and productive meeting, I'm amazed how well I keep things together.

3. I am stupid enough to think that I have the right to reply. I don't and I leave my desk feeling quite frankly, shat on. I try to make this journal positive, but some days the negatives beyond my control take over the day. I just have to remember that some things are in my control, I suppose. That and it's just a job. Blah Blah blah.

4. I walk home and head to the river. I reach the Kingston Bridge as the sun is low and the rush hour is starting to wane. It's peaceful and warm.

5. A long walk in the sun should sort me out. Should do.