Which way is up?

Today has been ridiculous. I massively screwed up my diary. In amongst all the meetings I had to do a farewell lunch, a cakey baby shower and then TWO dinners, in two different locations (starter at one, main course at the other). There's a chance I may pop.

My first dinner was at the St Pancras Hotel. It's gorgeous. I liked this image because at first it's hard to see which way is up. Another fine metaphor.