Whatever that means
A pretty easy wee trip to London for an afternoon and evening of internal meetings, the latter half of which involved having in-depth strategic discussions about the future direction of the company.
OK. Gossip and a free bar.
Then a hasty trip to the airport to find a delayed flight. But only 25 minutes. Just time for a wee beer while you wait.
This looks like a nice wee boozer. I’ll find out when my London chum is back off his holidays and available for “lunch” the next time I’m down.