THREE

The obsessive compulsive/control freak in me is beginning to recognise that not everything is going to get done before I get on that flight on Sunday - and nor does it need to be. Since part of the purpose of this trip is to go-with-it for a while, that's what I'm going to do.

Still, there remains a fair bit to do before I reach Terminal 5 Sunday.

A quick Skype call yesterday with my dear friend, Ariel, in Cape Town (plus the view from his webcam of the blue skies and seas of CPT) meant I was feeling guiltily smug this morning as I walked to the office. The sleet helped.

Right. Am off out for more drinks. This time with the boys, in Covent Garden.