Friday 28th February 2025

Jutland is still shrouded in fog.

I got up half an hour earlier so I could have breakfast early and get a cab to the office before rush hour.

Fog and rush hour makes a bad combination.

The same driver as the day before picked me up, and we made smalltalk after he pointed out out I was quiet. Something to do with the ten hours sleep I had and the wool filling the void where my brain should be.

He got me to the office safe and sound, and arriving at ten past seven, and once in the open plan office, just Frank had arrived before me.

I set up and got on with the overdue tasks I had been handbagging for two days. That took all of twenty minutes.

We were having a reunion with our old MVOW colleagues in the evening, and Anette was going to come to the office to meet Rune and I as we made our way into the city at four. So, a long day, but I had caught up on work.

Doubly so when I found the correct revision of a spreadsheet with all the work saved until the version I shared in a meeting during the morning.

Rune got the call from Anette stating the driver went past two stops so she would be in a different place.

We went down to his VW electric car, which has something equal to 280BHP, and he showed me how quick it could go on the narrow road to the traffic lights.

OK impressed.

But I also know how many wiggly amps such acceleration uses.

We picked up Anette, then into town, dropping me off at the hotel so I could pick up the boxes of Creme Eggs for my former boss, then walk to the Sherlock Holmes.

Charlotte (our old boss) and Flemming were waiting at a table. I get some beers in and we catch up as it has been some three years since we last met.

Rune, Henrik, Frank turned up, then we walked down by the canal to a traditional Danish restaurant, where most meals had potatoes, cream sauce.

Hearty bland fayre.

The escolope was fine as were the fried potatoes. There was some kind of quiche, crispy pork belly, potatoes.

It was good.

We washed the meals down with Irish coffees, while we talked more.

We left at ten, while we were off to bed, the young and beautiful were in lines trying to get into a nightclub, and on the way we past more over made up and underdressed young ladies.

I got back to the hotel, went to bed.

Rock, and indeed, roll.