Pug Noir

He was getting a bit of warmth through the window when I left this morning. Outside was freezing and windy, as per usual.

Still, at least I wasn’t driving six hours to South Wales. We’d agreed that a business Skype call was the modern way to go.

Usual technical issues but then I managed to successfully present a new brand identity to twenty folk I couldn’t see. Job done. Everyone happy.

Then it was time to talk about water and whisky. Separately, not together.

Home to do some administrative stuff and have some scoff and a catch up.