Friday.

I wake early with a busy day ahead. I am at my local supermarket just as it opens, knowing I won’t get time to shop over the weekend, and I’m back in time to prepare for my first coaching session with a new client. We have two luxurious hours together and I know I’m going to enjoy our work together.

Shortly after she leaves I also leave. My nephew, Edward, has his final concert as part of his MA and I travel to central London, to the Guildhall School of Music and Drama to join him. His mother (my sister-in-law) Judy and my mother also join us and we enjoy the work of Edward and his fellow composers and the instrumentation which includes an accordion and alphorns. The steps of the Recital Theatre, supporting the alphorns, take the place of the Swiss Alps.

After lunch together I travel home, enjoying the views along the river as I cross London Bridge on foot. Something about these river views continues to delight and sustain me even after all these years. I am home for a brief period before going out again so I prioritise, down-loading information for my weekend workshop and checking my e-mails. Then a few minutes to blog before I head back towards London Bridge.

I am on my way to join former colleagues from the Hay Group, where I worked until I set up my own business in 2002. The ‘ex Hay’ network meets twice a year and many former colleagues continue to cherish friendships, to collaborate as colleagues, or as colleagues and clients. I look forward to our meeting on the South Bank.

As I write I celebrate the day.