Over to Bishopsgate at crack of dawn (to me anyway) this morning for IMRG members meeting, courtesy of eKomi, for whom I consult. Extremely interesting but embargoed for the moment - I'll let you know. One thing that did come out of it was that if you haven't yet you should have a play on http://www.bing.co.uk/ - it's still a beta site but very interesting and may just help you find what you're looking for - it'll also take you down byways and highways like other search engines however everything will be related more closely to your search.
Then, after this marathon of meetings out for another meeting with three men. All of whom I like very much (in a businesslike way, of course) but none of whom I have every seen eat. I am one of those girls who needs at the very least a snack at regular intervals if I'm going to be able to concentrate/not get cross/make sensible remarks.
By the time I got to Marylebone at 3.30pm (having had breakfast at 7am) my hubby was begging me to buy a bagel to eat on the train so that he wouldn't have to put up with my bad temper when I got back. I did, and am all sweetness and light now but what is it with some men? I know they eat, and I'm sure they eat lunch of some sort or other but......................next time I'll stand up for myself and go and buy a sarnie, even if I'll feel guilty while doing so.
Then, after this marathon of meetings out for another meeting with three men. All of whom I like very much (in a businesslike way, of course) but none of whom I have every seen eat. I am one of those girls who needs at the very least a snack at regular intervals if I'm going to be able to concentrate/not get cross/make sensible remarks.
By the time I got to Marylebone at 3.30pm (having had breakfast at 7am) my hubby was begging me to buy a bagel to eat on the train so that he wouldn't have to put up with my bad temper when I got back. I did, and am all sweetness and light now but what is it with some men? I know they eat, and I'm sure they eat lunch of some sort or other but......................next time I'll stand up for myself and go and buy a sarnie, even if I'll feel guilty while doing so.
The worst thing to my mind was that I was in such a hurry to feed my face that I didn't even stop and look closely at the little velvet jacket I'd spotted earlier in Hobbs on my way past. Dreadful, really!
There's a new discovery at http://www.thesiteguide.com/ - take a look.
