A perfect stag weekend was had by all in the leafy Derbyshire town of Ashbourne this weekend. We played cricket all day and then burned some Kappa shorts, in honour of Craig Taylor, soon to marry Anna Collins.
We have escaped to Herefordshire for a couple of days. I am writing a bit of copy whilst Tara shows Ruby round the garden.
This morning started in a country kinda way - we had to do some cow herding. One of the herd from the field next door had got through the hedge and into the garden, and was having a good chew on the greenery. So I heroically donned my stetson and coralled that darned varmint back down the lane. Actually, it kind of slunk off itself, but we did get some pictures. It's not everyday you get a cow in your garden.
A message from Brian Maskell at Unilever, in light of the hot weather...
The current hot temperatures both inside and outside the building can and do have an effect in terms of health & safety. We all know that we must drink more water and also not to be exposed to the sun for too long.
In the office there are added risks, one of which is people wearing sandals or flip flops. Can you please ensure that when using the stairs you take extra care, the last thing we want is anyone tripping unnecessarily.
I just exchanged emails with my friend Joby. We talked about Vetiver and some other stuff.
He's living in Wales at the moment and is doing a bit of fishing. He says that "the mackerel is a daft fish. They practically jump into your lap."
Then he congratulated me on getting married and I replied, saying how good it is. "I now have a good feeling in my heart when I do the washing up," is how I described it. Which is true. Everything has a bit more of a purpose about it. Even the mundane stuff.