Have sore ankles – for some reason, always persist in falling over London pavements until have had a glass of wine (bar stools are the same; can only ever balance on them when I’ve had a few). Also strong desire to be anywhere on earth rather than bogged down in systems and silly staff behaviour. Right and left hand (2 management) coped brilliantly as usual but are looking somewhat frazzled round the edges. Right hand still suffering from his foot injury. Has not had it suspended from ceiling all day as per doctors orders but been bravely soldiering on, and is now clearly exhausted and in a lot of pain. Both have had passed severe words towards a couple of middle management and are therefore the usual mix between disillusioned and just plain cross. Clearly most urgent, however, is to re-arrange all today’s planned deliveries to The City. Less than keen to have vans or drivers involved in G20 marches. Do strive quite hard to have a social conscience but find any additional pressure to small business right now about as encouraging to the conscience as the train service to London, which in its overheated, smelly and seat-less service sends me running to increase my carbon footprint.
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