I am up at six, dressed and down for breakfast by half past, and to the car, clear the windscreen and then drive out onto the quiet streets, round past the art museum, over the river and up the hill.

I park up, and saw my colleague, Rune, already at work, preparing the day, so I went in and helped.
An hour's rest before the auditors arrived, and then their victims, and we got down to work.
Breaking for 90 minutes at lunch, as like most Danish companies there is a fine subsidised canteen with a healthy salad bar.
And back for more auditing by one.
Again, we clear away things and make the rooms ready for the next day, taking the refreshments back to the canteen, listening to the debrief, and escaping to the outside world, where several snow showers had encased the car in ice, needing me to clear the screen again before driving back to the hotel.

Which I am pleased for, of course.
I have coffee, then go back to the room to call Jools before getting an early night what with there being no football. Not that I checked.
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