Up for a meeting with Keith and to start a new job. Keith unwell, coughing and looking rough, but determined to push on. We have one week to work on a pitch, but the brief wasn't ready. When it came over lunch, naturally, it was weak and everyone defensive. However a former colleague called Christina exclaimed, 'Oh my God Peter Kenny,' when she saw me on-screen.
My spidey sense tingling during the meeting, and not in a good way. Keith functioning in flickers this afternoon. I already have a sinking feeling about this job.
A few brief meanders around the block today, by way of walking. Also found out that JO Morgan was available for interview, so after work I spent some hours prepping for that. To bed tired.