A view from the bridge

Just remember, kid, you can quicker get back a million dollars that was stole than a word that you gave away.

We wake early. I saunter down to the station for the 6:54 to Edinburgh. On time.

On North Bridge, the 7:56 is a few minutes late navigating the roadworks. I munch my Pret porridge. The driver stops in Eddleston to tell a mountain biker that she wasn’t allowed on with the bike even if she took the wheels off.

I chat to Gáspár in Budapest whole buying some veg in Sainsburys, before catching the 93 to Grantshall. The data connection is a bit patchy on the A72, but I manage to participate in the 9:30 standup.

As I walk up the track, I dial in, on time, to a sales call. I’m catching my breath by the front door as I get into my stride. Conceptual sale, certainly, but let’s see if the budget gets approved.

And then it’s work work work. Baked potato for tea. Dead Ringers.