I’m desperately trying to remember what it was I was going to write about today.

I had a really good idea when I was driving back from networking this morning.

Bu99ered if I know what it was though five hours later and after a 05.15 get up this morning.

I suppose I ought to count still being awake as a positive!

Networking was fun.

As is doing software updates on my new laptop – you know, the one I’ve had for over six months now and am attempting to migrate work onto?

An Apple update took around 40 minutes on the old one this morning.

It’s taken around five minutes on the new one including the restart…

It was quite a bijou networking meeting in terms of numbers at that venue and that network but size isn’t everything.

Or so I’m told. Grinning face emoji.

It’s quite fascinating to see the number of people trying to reduce their hours and achieve some sort of work-life balance.

I remember!

It was an networking meeting earlier in the week I was trying to remember about.

I did the presentation – although I’m not trying to kid myself or any of my readers that this was the item worth remembering you’ll be pleased to hear.

In fact presenting to an audience that included:

• the founder of that networking organisation,
• a professional mind reader and magician, and
• one of my own clients, who also has a bit of the gift of the gab

was potentially nerve wracking but in the end went off okay.

Although Mr Imposter Syndrome is still a bit convinced it was rubbish and people were just being polite. Sigh…

Back to the thing I was trying to remember.

Mr Networking Founder is a real “Marmite” (not termite f!*king spellchecker) character – I know people who love him and people who don’t.

Well we all ended up having a Q&A session with Brad after the main meeting and he does talk some very good sense.

As an aside his background is a little unusual.

Moved from Manchester to Somerset after being shot at.

Set up his own networking business as he didn’t like the style of networking meetings he found himself at.

Now works as much or as little as he wants to work.

As a motivational speaker in the main.

I suppose you COULD say he’s driven – but – driven in a rather unusual way:

• determined NOT to work all the hours there are.
• Cannot be bothered to get a bigger house because he doesn’t use all the rooms he has in the current one

Are you beginning to see the trend?

I would like to think our philosophies are not dissimilar!

So I want to purloin a phrase he used in terms of not working stupid hours.

Much like I was off on last week to be honest.

He termed it dicking (oddly not in the spellchecker either) about

and I think that’s a lovely phrase and I’m sooooo pleased to nick it.

All those times you sit/stand there (for the more pretentious) for no other reason than you can’t bring yourself to do (or be seen to do) nothing.

That’s enough for a while.

Time to play taxi.

Well that was exciting.

Over an hour and a half for a journey of around 13km each way.

Approaching rush hour (whoever thought up that name?) and a vehicle being recovered from one carriageway which made me choose the least worst alternative route back.

I’ve wittered on about the smart motorway works before, but at least the recovery vehicles could get through the roadworks without adding to the jam.

But the winching was taking the motorway down to one lane which was causing the mother of all jams.

The heatwave is supposed to be lessening tomorrow – just in time for Friday off.

Toodle pip.

Or Noodle/poodle/doodle if the spellchecker had it’s way!

Poodle tip.

Traffic jam – Image by Gerhard Gellinger from Pixabay