Was off yesterday and took the kids to Helix Park and the Kelpies in Falkirk ... had a meeting in Edinburgh for an extension to a hotel the next day, I had cunningly set it for 11:00am to avoid the worst of the traffic through there and had intended going down to the office early doors to print off some drawings, specs, etc
Slept in, so fucked that idea off... copy all the files over to my laptop, threw it in my bag and arranged to meet the director at a place to drop my car off at 09:00am and head thru to Edinburgh with him to wing it... chatted shit on the way up about how much we hate this client and if they start any shit, we’ll just get up and walk out, blah blah and got there an hour early ... brass necked it to see if they could seat us earlier, there was a roofing contractor coming in at that time so we just held a joint meeting to allow us to coordinate with them.
Meeting was a scoosh, not much to discuss and got away quickly, ran thru to recon another project we have at a rail station on the coast 30 mins away... (job looks great even though it’s adjacent a live line) and then headed back to Glasgow.
Made some phone calls on the way back, nip the Directors head about making sure he picks up variation costs on another job at the local Nuclear Naval Base, we had to upgrade the spec to accommodate blast loads that weren’t mentioned at pre-contract, so managed to talk myself into attending another meeting tomorrow morning at the base to sort this out.
Got back to Glasgow the back of 14:00 but said I was gonna go work from home for the rest of the day... went got lunch instead, chicken and ham salad and large Americano , sat out the front of the cafe and scoffed my lunch ... headed back to the gaff and spent the next hour and half of work time on Rightmove ... now I’m in the shitter typing this on my phone.
Are you misunderestimating the number of malts and beers you've necked, by any chance? 
