Paris

Thursday morning starts well, I mean I am packed, on time and raring to go, then the Northern line hurls its fury. We wait at Clapham Common for ages. We gently saunter into Kennington and the number of people there waiting for a tube is horrific. Its 8.25am. I am supposed to be at the Eurostar terminal at 8.30 for a 9.09 train...

I squeeze on the tube, which is unlike me and with a laptop and ruck sack it is literally a squeeze. But I am at least on time. Check in and walk to the first carriage of the train! It starts well but the seats on the 2nd class end of the train are not very comfortable and there is minimal leg room. So when king of the hill sits opposite you, you either bash each other's knees or loop your toes round your ears. Not amused. Taxi from Gare Du Nord and off we ram raid our way to Avenue Kleber. Cabbies in Paris are a 'entertaining' method of getting from A to B. Meeting room. Lunch. Meeting goes very well. We finish at 6pm Paris time and head off to hotel. Quick shower and change for dinner! Before we head back to the office we take a quick wander to the Trocadero, the Palais De Chaillot, Musee de L'Homme and some landmark called Tour Eiffel! As you can see the English summer did not leap the Channel on this day...

Back the office by 7.30pm and then out to Cafe Brassic for beer, red wine (chilled Gamay - delicious and Corbiere), plus a feast for a king. At midnight we relocated to the Bar I'Homme for some more beers and a really fun evening. Hotel by 2am.

My only advice - always make sure you alter your alram clock forward by an hour - other wise you will over sleep....