Good morning from a rather chilly Devon.
Overnight, we're supposed to have had snow on the high Moors (Dartmoor and Exmoor). I don't know: where I live — about 16 miles from the highest point of Dartmoor — it looks, from my little office window, wet and a bit slushy.
I hope 🤞 that my wife and I can get to work. Sadly, despite living in an area that does get snow and ice — not on a biblical scale but it comes every year — we never seem equipped both at a macro (i.e. the County) and a micro (i.e. the car drivers) level.
Anyhow, the coffee is poured. I've gone a bit OTT with the amount, but, hey, at least it will keep me functioning for the next couple of hours before I have to refuel. These days, two cups a day is my limit before I switch to water and possibly the occasional green tea mid-afternoon.
At work, I've got a piece of litigation that's bubbling away. It's nothing compared to what I used to deal with but it's not something the directors of my current company like or are used to. It's not so much that it sends them into a tailspin but, rather, they like to sort things out in a commercial and pragmatic way — always the best way in my opinion — and when the other side, not in nasty way I might add, starts waving the big stick, well, let's just say they're out of their comfort zone.( Collapse )