Safety In Numbers

I’m down in London for a meeting today, which totally stuffs up my training schedule. It could be one hell of a meeting judging by the accusing emails that have been flying around, the ‘issues’ the meeting has been called to address could well end up being resolved by a punch up.

On the way down, the five of us, we’re out in force, safety in numbers I suppose, just in case it turns rowdy, stop for coffee at the services. Unfortunately it’s a Costa (lot for a) coffee. My mocha is all chocolate, the latte is all milk and even the chap who had the Americano is left wondering where all the coffee went. Not good for keeping you awake for a trip down the motorway or through a meeting. When we arrive, we all dive straight for coffee that they have there, which is by contrast, even though it’s only the hot water and instant coffee, bliss.

Regrettably once in the meeting and unable to hide behind email, everyone is quite civilised and all the problems are ironed out amicably. That is until the next round of email tennis kicks off.

There's no hold-ups on the motorway on the way back and we manage to get back to the office for 5pm, which means I can still make dog training.

After a brief session with MD, L takes him from me and runs him down the cycle track to her parent’s place whilst I have a fruitful session with Doggo. We set up the finish to one of the grade 6 courses from Sunday, for extra practice. Again we do well on it.