Internal corporate nonsense

We meet at a coffee shop and then head over the road to the client. The day is spent in discussions, trying to get to the bottom of what they all do - and what they could do better.

After work, we meet up at the Muddlers Club, a nice restaurant hidden away at the bottom of a lane in the Cathedral quarter. A Côtes de Rhone goes well with rare salt beef and the cheese that follows. I like this place.

I walk back to the apartment, stopping at an off license on the way. They buzz me in - an experience that is new to me, as well as being somewhat disconcerting. I pick up a couple local beers and a miniature of Bushmills. Just the thing to keep me going through a late night juggling with C++.