For some reason, the Gods conspired to give me a wretched day at work. I slogged for ten hours without break on copy, pausing only to be part of a half hour argument/meeting that made me so angry I could hardly speak. Stupidly I have pointed to an elephant in the room, that a big communication stream we've created is simply wrong in strategy, tone and content, which didn't make me very popular. The thought that I will be in Guernsey tomorrow sustained me.

Evening not quite as planned. Plan A was to have a copy shop reunion on wheels, i.e. having a drink on the Brighton train with the copy shop. But both Reuben and Kate had to cancel. But all was well, after stomping late out of work I met Matty and American Craig and Matt and his friend Sophie outside the Blue Anchor for a few glasses of Magners cider over ice and at some point I stopped wanting to murder everyone, which was nice. Matty is a magnet for silly jokes that I love. What's this? he asked me, twisting his wrist and making brmm... brmm... noises. A moto(w)rist! I think he is funny anyway.

Ended up with Matty boy in the Agni. He's doing well despite all the sadness over T and him not working out. We fell into conversation with one of the guys at the restaurant, after I asked him about a Hamuman monkey god/clock combo on the counter. Photo below.

Next stop Guernsey. Am not taking my laptop but may find myself able to update at some point in the next week.