No worries

It’s been nice today not having to worry about what was going on with Charlton. My 3-year old daughter asked me earlier if I “was winning at football.” No, there’s no game I replied, why? You seem happy she said.

England even managed to wrack up an old fashioned score last night, although don’t mention this to Dave, who sounds thoroughly miserable.

I did decide this week not to take up the offer of a Brighton ticket. I was literally going to fly home and back for the night, but a dose of rationale came over me plus being away from work may not have been a good career move thus I made the decision. It is a disappointment as I was looking forward to catching up with a number of people and was looking forward to seeing the ground, which is only about 20 minutes from my parents.

There is a lot going on at work and the weeks are sailing by at a rate of knots with April around the corner even though winter fails to hibernate back at home. The weather mind, has pretty rubbish here with gale-force winds a regular companion to driving rain.

As is often the way here I had a couple of dinners last week at the same restaurant. The Red Steakhouse opened just prior to Christmas and previously I have been unimpressed with just about everything except the bar, which has done well to kindle a busy scene.

In previous visits the food and service has been average and not even as good as that, but I was pleased to see Bermuda’s newest restaurant finally deliver particularly when I was there on Thursday night. Trying to imitate an American steakhouse was always going to be a gamble, although it looks the part, it still has plenty of work to do if I’m going to regularly entertain clients there.