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After Agatha, Anne

take this basket on your shoulders:
that done, trudge with it in all haste, and carry
it among the whitsters in Datchet-mead, and there
empty it in the muddy ditch close by the Thames side

Well, there was no muddy ditch but a rather nice, super thin moat all the way around the smart new offices I was visiting today reflecting the steel and blue glass of the building in the still water.

I was here to meet with suppliers, learn about their products and get them interested enough in us to work with us over the next six months.

The weather today was stunning, clear blue skies and very warm. Inside the air conditioning quietly hummed keeping a steady, cool climate despite all the glass both on the outside but also the inside of the offices. The meeting went well. I have to admit I was surprised how little they had spoken to us at a corporate level before today but that does mean we’re the first to work with them and if we keep our side of the bargain everyone should win.

Amidst the small talk in the corridor after we’d finished talking monitoring and deliverables someone mentioned that they also owned the old manor house at the end of the gravel path. As it was a nice day and no one wanted to rush back we took off our jackets, found some sunglasses and walked up the path to the house once part of the dowry of Anne Boleyn.

Another literary day….

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