I spent a large part of today taking photographs in plant rooms.
The picture above is not one of mine - mine are not remotely like this. There shouldn't be anything growing at all in the plant rooms I visit. Strictly minerals only, nothing animal or vegetable.
I don't mind a day like this one, actually. In my industry, people like to walk-and-talk. They don't really do the sitting-in-meeting-rooms thing very easily - much better to get them to wander around their buildings, telling me their ups and downs as we go along.
Now after a couple of other meetings I am holed up in a hotel, writing. Much to busy to blog, but I thought it might get me into the zone. It's likely that evenings such as these over the past few years have saved my sanity (such as it is) by giving me some time to belong to myself rather than all the other people who claim me.
It's really quiet and the lights are low. Over the course of the evening as I crank out my articles, speeches, press releases, reports, write-ups, I will slowly eat a bar of milk chocolate with caramelised sea salt that I bought especially. God knows it's rare enough to discover a new sensual pleasure at our age.
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