Pitch day
Rumbling from the Basel trams woke me in my soft bed in Le Trois Rois. Had a fairly reasonable night's rest on pillows soft as clouds. Up to have a light breakfast with my colleagues, sitting by a big open window of the restaurant overlooking the river. This would have been extremely enjoyable if there wasn't a pitch to prepare for.
The four of us crammed into the FB's room for yet more rehearsals till it was time to get the taxi off to the offices of our potential client. We crammed in with all our bags, including a massive portfolio and easels. The pitch went very well indeed and we were pleased with ourselves.
Back after a few hours to the hotel where we left our gear and followed the FB to eat sushi on the street in Switzerland. An unlikely choice but the fish was very fresh and nice. Sitting outside was ideal for a spot of people watching. Managed to follow this with a variety of apfelstrudel and vanilla sauce for a pudding, which was excellent.
The other two having some more business to attend to, my colleague Lucy and I wandered over the bridge to sit on some steps by the Rhine. A tranquil interlude followed, watching little fish swimming at the edge of the green and clean water. Then back to the hotel and off to the airport. The return flight not too bad with only a solitary moment of existential horror as we bumped up through layers of clouds.
Home in a taxi, with a nice driver who told me about his grand kids and how much he loved his wife, and then began to tell me about his two episodes of thrombosis and his wife's operations and things got a bit more somber.
Great to be home and simply to have a cup of tea. Then I popped up the road to see Anton and Anna, and nipped out for a cheeky beer with Anton in the Eddy, where he told me about his new walking equipment. A light walking stick with a jabby point to stab at hounds should they menace him.
Rumbling from the Basel trams woke me in my soft bed in Le Trois Rois. Had a fairly reasonable night's rest on pillows soft as clouds. Up to have a light breakfast with my colleagues, sitting by a big open window of the restaurant overlooking the river. This would have been extremely enjoyable if there wasn't a pitch to prepare for.
The four of us crammed into the FB's room for yet more rehearsals till it was time to get the taxi off to the offices of our potential client. We crammed in with all our bags, including a massive portfolio and easels. The pitch went very well indeed and we were pleased with ourselves.
Back after a few hours to the hotel where we left our gear and followed the FB to eat sushi on the street in Switzerland. An unlikely choice but the fish was very fresh and nice. Sitting outside was ideal for a spot of people watching. Managed to follow this with a variety of apfelstrudel and vanilla sauce for a pudding, which was excellent.
The other two having some more business to attend to, my colleague Lucy and I wandered over the bridge to sit on some steps by the Rhine. A tranquil interlude followed, watching little fish swimming at the edge of the green and clean water. Then back to the hotel and off to the airport. The return flight not too bad with only a solitary moment of existential horror as we bumped up through layers of clouds.
Home in a taxi, with a nice driver who told me about his grand kids and how much he loved his wife, and then began to tell me about his two episodes of thrombosis and his wife's operations and things got a bit more somber.
Great to be home and simply to have a cup of tea. Then I popped up the road to see Anton and Anna, and nipped out for a cheeky beer with Anton in the Eddy, where he told me about his new walking equipment. A light walking stick with a jabby point to stab at hounds should they menace him.
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