Communic8 conference at SWSH was a real let down. Sales managers offering banal drones about stuff that meant nothing to me. I felt disconnected. At the end I found myself with no-one to talk to except my boss and I didn't fancy that so I slipped away through the crowds. On the drive home I couldn't work out why I felt so deflated, and I still can't. Strange that it should have such a negative effect when I guess it was meant to have exactly the opposite. Also, clocking the mileage at 160 round trip has shut the door on any pipe dreams I may have had of one day working there. So what's left? Am I driving to Coventry for the next 25 years?
On a positive note, I got home in time to collect the babes from school then we took Dylan to Davids party a the Wacky Warehouse. He didn't want to join in at first and found the noise intimidating, but settled at food time and in the end he enjoyed himself. Until he let his balloon float off into the sky as he got out of the car. More tears. Harriet too, upset by a painful loose tooth. Poor sweeties.
Sounds enjoyed in the car today from 2 eBay purchases that arrived yesterday. Fout Tet single (with DVD of video for 'She Moves She') and Fat-Cat Split compilation (some nicely mashed electronics on there). Both eBay wins were kind of accidental. I just threw in a few quid for fun, not minding if I won or not. I ended up with bargains for both. Nice.