Juiced

It’s a stunning morning. I walk down an empty Oxford Street and Theobald Road. They’re just setting up in Leather Lane, but by the time Sal arrives, the juice bar is open.

The meeting room is on Hatton Garden, hemmed in by diamond sellers. We focus on spreadsheets and organisational plans. It’s a long day.

Finally, it’s time for dinner at Moro. We’re all tired. There’s jet lag for some and pure exhaustion for others, but the atmosphere is upbeat. Maybe the Tempranillo helps. Certainly the food is excellent.