From the early wake up came some pottering and then I headed off to London. A meeting in the afternoon was followed with a pub trip where I drank so much diet coke, I thought I'd be ill.
Then I had a party to go to, via a Tesco. I took the next work conference call in the Tesco - unashamedly. It required me to schedule the next conference call for about 1am!
The party was fun. Quite grown up, but not too grown up. I spoke to many people and felt like I don't go to parties very often. Then, with the next conference call running late, but imminent, I took some friends home - across London - about 30 minutes. The conference call, at 3am, now, happened.
The absence of my work mobile phone from my pocket had been bothering me. On arrival at my friends' place, we discovered it really wasn't anywhere in the car and, after another call, discovered it had been left on the street outside the party's venue.
Back across London, then. The friends in the car gamely announced a "road trip" and so we all went back to pick up the phone. I'd need this phone for the next conference call at 8am on Sunday - yes - 5 hours later.
Back across London again. Then back home. Then some trying to get to sleep with an alarm set for a couple of hours later.
Too much for one day, perhaps. No chance for restorative sleep.