Waiting for Bob

Canary Wharf, looking east from Cabot Square
This was the view while waiting for my coffee (cup number 3) this morning and I thought it was rather super so blipped it instead of going through my meeting requests. I still love the feel I get working here even though it has raised my caffeine requirement to 6 cups a day.

This was the last day of a short week - somehow it managed to feel as long as a normal one.

And the title? 'Bob' has been my answer ever since they started asking for my name. Only one has so far got the reference.