Notes of a meeting

How good a meeting was that? The doodle started out unconsciously and then grew, like my pencil was trying to tell me something. Remarkable. People reading out papers like no one can read. The supportive mumblings and quizzical nods of approval, blank stares, yawns and drifting, wandering eyes.

Later, in a complete reversal from the meeting me and the Mandy went off to Glasgow to see the Ed Harcourt but had to leave at 11 to race back along the M8, dodging sleep, to relieve the babysitters. It's a school night after all.