Gatecrash gherkin

Another exhausting day coaching followed by a quick trip to the hotel to freshen up before a fancy pants dinner in the Gherkin. I dug deep because I didn't really want to talk to strangers. I forced myself into uber networking and chitchat. It took me more than half an hour to realise I was on the wrong floor and was in fact gate crashing a golf club Christmas party. Oh well. It was decent wine.