I like travel. I really do. It broadens the mind. I like gigging. I like the series of 20-30 minute performances you get to do around the place. So surely a day filled with a series of 30 minute to 1 hour gigs would be ideal? At the Edinburgh Festival it really is. Occasional splashes of daylight and the Scottish summer - wind, rain, etc - and then you're plunged into the next sweaty chamber where things unfold.

You'd think, therefore, that a day filled with meetings of 30-60 minutes in duration would be the perfect day for the likes of me. A list of meeting rooms and times, with a vague idea of what will unfold in that darkened chamber, you'd think it would be ideal.

Well, it isn't.

What was it I said at my third or fourth meeting of the day to someone? I think I said "Sorry, are we boring you?"to the couple of chaps whom we'd encouraged to come to the front of the meeting room from the back where they'd planned to hide. They weren't really participating in the conversation and had started to play with a phone between each other. They mumbled something about an issue - "Oh, is it a Priority 1?" - nothing.

If my return to an office after Easter break is to be spent running round like this, then I can see why I dropped the niceties. It's not ideal, though, is it?

Still, the day flew by.