Body clocked A fruitful trip to London, met some old muckers, a good time with my Charlton obsessed son, 6 points, work meetings went well, I think, everyone’s good. Need some sleep though, I’ve got out at bed before my eyes were expecting it far too often these last few weeks and my body clock is seriously missing its big hand.

I’m in New York now, arrived from Heathrow a couple of hours ago, we go again with work shortly and will be out for a dinner tonight, where we’re meeting some people where the conversation will be frank and direct. Hmm, I always reckon these things go better over a glass of wine, we shall see.

New York all day tomorrow for more meetings before flying back from LaGuardia, the airport equivalent of the M25 on a Friday night, to Chicago.

One of my good mates is getting hitched next weekend and we have him, his finance, and some other pals over for dinner tomorrow night for their last rites, sorry their last Saturday night single.

And despite me being absent from our Sunday football team for the last 3 weeks, after finishing 4th in the league they managed to get through to the final of the end of season play-off’s without me, this despite me being totally indispensable! I will drag my tired and unfit arse to the game and hope to repeat our success of last season.

Back in the office Monday but only until lunchtime, when I will be back on a plane, this time to Cleveland, Ohio until Tuesday evening.

But then the following weekend’s wedding in Wisconsin aside, I will be at home a lot and I can’t wait to familiarize myself again with my apartment and get my money’s worth out of my mortgage before my bank goes tits up!  ¶ 19:05