Pharma in the country

No rest for the wicked. Off first thing this morning to a hard to reach location deep in lovely leafy Surrey for a business meeting, to talk about websites and what will be for me a big writing project for a pharmaceutical company. Was picked up in a taxi at Redhill station by a talkative and somewhat sweary Pakistani driver who had just returned from a month at home. I asked him about what things were like there at the moment. He said little about it, but he was extremely anti-US and thought that the new election wouldn't make any difference to its foreign policy. Meanwhile we drove through roads lined dripping with autumn gold. Lovely.

The meeting was fine, and over pretty quickly. Nice folks from the pharma company, and the people from an internet company saying Very Obvious Things Very Seriously. And I said a few Very Obvious Things back, and everyone happy. Equally talkative lady drove me back to the station telling me all about Mexico. She never left her resort though, and ate entirely in the hotel. When I went to Mexico with Mex, Cancun was by far the most ghastly anonymous bit we encountered.

Home early in the afternoon to press on with some admin things and pandering to the kitten. On that note... Talked to Mum who now has a cat too. It's white apparently with a tabbyish tail. Meanwhile Calliope seeming to be fairly chilled and happy, after what was an exciting break for her at Lorraine's house with lots of people to play with, and mingling fearlessly with Brian and Basil, two large cats.

Revelling in a quiet evening and at the prospect of an early bedtime.

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