This morning I woke up and switched on my mobile phone to find an agitated voice mail from a customer. My bakers didn't deliver what was promised. Oh boy. Dashed to work and made calls along the way to do damage control, inbetween listening to the latest Doves album and reading a short story by Banana Yoshimoto. The short story started at a father's funeral and I thought about dad. Cos it's today isn't it? Got to the office and didn't lash out at anyone, but promised the customer I'll be personally responsible for future occurrences.

Another early morning of my life, dad. Hope things are calmer where you are.