I was the earliest I’ve ever been to a meeting this week. One month early in fact!
I could tell something wasn’t right by the surprised look on the unsuspecting host’s face as she an-swered the door! Now, the miscommunication may not have been all my fault (Hhuhum Mr Pardoe…), but I’m not one to blame.
Rather than just going home and enjoying an early night, myself and the person whose fault it really was, went out for a drink and a chat.
We ended up having a great time and upon reflection, I realised I probably wouldn’t have made the time to connect this week. It’s hard to make time in the busyness of life for moments like these, isn’t it?