It’s staggering how time flies. Can it really be two years since I bade farewell to a (semi-)corporate life, stumbled into NatWest, told them of my plans over coffee and started the ball rollling? My diary suggests it is.
Anyone reading this can share a virtual slice of birthday cake with us – oh yes, it’s off to the bakers this lunchtime to get a treat in. Something gooey, sickly and unhealthy will do just nicely.
Being an Englishman of the stiff upper lip variety, I don’t do gushing luvvie thank yous, but there are whole host of people to whom I am very grateful; clients, suppliers, accountants, IT wizards, staff, friends and family. Gracias, danke schoen, merci beaucoup and ta very much.
Now, like any good two year-old, I shall toddle off into my playroom, cake smeared around my chops and barley water slopping out of my Tommy Tippee. If you’ll forgive me, I have a tractor to play with….