Still here...

I've spent a lot of time this week walking round town with clients in the heavy snow. I feel like I'm in an ironic remake of "It's A Wonderful Life".

However, despite the heavy workload and even heavier potential for ironic juxtapositioning, I'm surprised at how much I'm enjoying my new job. I'm also surprised at how fiercely protective I get towards the people I've been entrusted to look after.

Which, together with some impressive train delays, could start to explain what I'm still doing here. Six-thirty, and I'm still in Borehamwood. And very cold.

So much for supper.