Civilised hour

A former teammate contacted me asking if I'd provide a referee statement for her. Her potential employer, New Zealand based, emailed to ask whether 8pm on Friday night 'was a good time?' Not really Nick, no, but let's do it anyway.

In the end I had a spurt of energy and gushed during an hour-long chat, which Nick seemed to appreciate.

Because of that the night was derailed and I had to do a late night shop, followed by eating a cheese and chorizo sandwich at 10.30pm. I'd had a fun lunch with a friend Hilary, at a cafe in central Cambridge, spotting Kings College looking grand as usual, as I mozied back to the office.