Back in the office today from a week and a bit off.
The Lake District seems so far away as I sit mulling over the shiny glass towers in Canary Wharf 🥴
Walked in, got a friendly “ding ding” from the bloke on his Brompton who always seems to carry an extraordinary amount of luggage on it.. You can see the bike flex sideways as he spins his bandy knees around. He does this route every day, same array of bags and cases, always gives me an”ding ding”… I feel like I should know him, but he’s just one of ‘000’s of commuters heading into Town for a sit down behind a screen of never ending glazed stares.
Or he could be a juggler.
Or a high powered Judge.
Or the Head of Rates at JPM.
Or the barista that makes a great flat white.
Or… ? Who knows, but he’s always chipper that’s for sure. So, Sir, whoever you are have a very lovely day.
Most of my lot are off somewhere swanky, at least one was heading to Sri Lanka and I hope she’s ok. So it’s a quiet day here so far. A handful of left over mails, the laptop has a few updates spinning it into life and we’ve got another security issue I must look into. 113 attempted hacks yesterday means some folks don’t know when to take a break.
Life on the 28th floor.
🤷♂️