The red light on the electronic lock and the whine of the alarm meant my card was being refused by the security gate at work. I tried again with the same result. Had it really been a month since I was here ?

I walked back into reception and tried the other gate. This time the green light and the click as the lock opened probably meant the other gate was either broken or sulking and refusing my card. Either way I was in and off to find a free desk.

With all of the team here for most of the week we at least stand a chance of doing some useful work and finding a new direction whilst The Project is on hold. It’s good to see the chaps and you quickly realise the inadequacies of online contact. I was still nailed to the phone but could wander out to lunch with people or go share a coffee and talk over what we think we should be doing.

A load of the Europeans are over as well so there’s an opportunity to meet then and build some bridges and share some ideas. I still struggle with the concept of almost having to force people to work together but talking this through across a table is a lot easier than trying to do it on the phone where visual clues aren’t present.

I ended up working too late and driving back in the dark. The motorway signs were on and it seemed more like winter than early spring. It seems odd going past that junction on the motorway and taking the next one down.