My morning started with a networking breakfast and, thankfully, copious amounts of orange juice which heroically battled to dilute the wine still coursing through my veins from the previous day.
My leaving lunch was both raucous and lengthy (is there any other type?) and culminated in a truly wonderful discovery – that being, a Michael Ball track on the jukebox in one of my local hostelries, The Three Daws.
Now I realise not everyone in the pub considered this such a joyous revelation but, thankfully, most were too comatose to protest.
For those who weren’t, I apologise.