Deficit & bluegrass

Today I made a lot of mistakes, but just when I thought I was on top of things, I misspelled the word "deficit" in an email to our London and New York teams. I consider language my strength, particularly when I'm in a roomful of bankers...

Fail.

But the sun was out! I basked in its glory for ten minutes during lunch. And tonight, Dave introduced me to a little corner pub called The Hemmingford where a handful of old timers were pickin' and grinnin'. There was even a banjo. Apparently the pub has live bluegrassy music every week.

All things considered, not a bad Monday.