What can I say about the last week? Perhaps I might say that it's not a good idea to turn up to a hotel carrying two large bags, one of which makes loud clinking sounds, and then forget the surname of the person you are meeting. In my defence I could say that the clinking was merely cutlery, and the name, which I nearly got right, had only slipped my mind because I was nervous and that, anyway, I forget the name of people I've known all my life - but that may not convince you any more than it did the hotel receptionist who obviously thought I had been bought off the internet for the evening.
Moving swiftly on...
