Mike's musings

• Benjamin Britten: Hymn to the Virgin, Hymn to St Cecilia
• Herbert Howells: Take Him, Earth, for Cherishing
• John Lee Hooker

Got home just after 10pm to two rather angry, and very hungry cats. Moo's away with Jo and the dog at her parents, trying to get a bit of sleep and some work done (which, it appears, she's managing), and I hadn't realised I'd be quite so late back. The cats, however, don't actually seem to have suffered any permanent injury for being fed a little late this evening.

Had a very good day, with and excellent meeting: we agreed that it could hardly have gone any better. We got lots of things cleared up, everyone got on very well, all the customer contacts are very competent, and we really know where we're going with the project, it seems. Excellent news all round. I only saw a very little of Dundee, but it seems like a beautiful little city, and I'd love to have a chance to look round it properly at some point. I know very little of the East of Scotland: I've visited Edinburgh a couple of times, and that's about it. Had a very disappointing supper last night in the Hilton, though. Chose a starter of haggis, neaps and tatties with a mustard and whiskey sauce, but the (small) pile of haggis, neaps and tatties contained very little haggis, and was only lukewarm. The mustard and whiskey sauce was almost completely mustard, and completely swamped what there was of the haggis, so not good. The Beef Bourgignon was very pleasant (though rather of a single consistency), and no better than you'd get at home. And the wine was very basic, too. Heigh-ho.

On the flight back, I sat next to a very interesting woman called Emma who has a weird condition whereby she feels very strongly the movements of the plane: particularly banking, and the return to a normal attitude from exagerrated movements. She feels as if her brain is turning over, apparently, and has even been known to black out for a second or two in particularly violent turbulence or when the pilot has to buck the plane around a bit to set up a landing approach. She said that she'd decided not to let it rule her life, and has taken a job where she accepts that there will be certain amount of flying. She comes from a flying family (her father builds planes and they have lots of pilot friends), but seems to be the only person who suffers from it. She's off to a 30th birthday party for an old friend in Colchester, and I hope she has an excellent time.

# posted by MikeCamel @ 10:19 pm