Out for lunch with Kathryn, my assistant and Lynda, my secretary.
A boozy lunch, lasting all afternoon. Chinese food.
Quickly home, phone my Dad to tell him I'm too pissed to take the two cats to the vet, to get them checked for flying on Saturday.
The vet says they don't really need a sedative to fly.
Quickly home (again), then to the Olive Tree where my property partners have booked the private dining suite, to say goodbye. Hoping I'm not too pissed to show my appreciation.