I loathe winters in London. January and February are usually the worst, they're usually quite quiet too. Not this year though - February was just one thing after another. This is good in many ways but has left me reeling somewhat. I had to turn down a trip to the North Pole, one of those chance of lifetime moments, as it clashed with another job...only to have the clients change the dates of the other trip...meaning I probably could have gone after all. Bugger. I guess you just have to believe/hope that everything happens for a reason. I suppose at least it's warmer in London...and there are no Polar Bears....
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