So that happened
Well. I went back to the UK now I’m back. Drinking silly pink plonk contemplating my trip.
So after going the Opera with Beth on Wednesday night and a few hours sleep I caught the early flight to Gatwick. I was in the office by 9am , suited, booted, highly caffeinated and ready to do some business.
Everything went unbelievably smoothly. Problems that have been bugging us for weeks were solved calmly and the whole job feels like it’s back on track again. By the time I left we were all smiling again.
Dinner with my busy little sis Caroline at Tas in London Bridge that night, and that was me done. Exhausted. Next day I managed to open up some new business with a brand new client. The significance of the new work was not lost on me. It’s all very well taking your existing clients with you when you move to France, but clients come and clients go, and if you can’t generate new ones, your enterprise is doomed.
After that I was on a roll. I refreshed a whole bunch of other business contacts, tied up the last of my meetings in Angel and gratefully got on the train from Kings Cross to Brighton to visit my good mate who’s a medical student down there.
We had dinner at an achingly trendy-brit restaurant called the Real Eating Company. The ingredients are what it’s all about here, and more importantly our friend Billy Hard is the head chef. And a damn fine one at that. He saw to it that we all had a properly superb meal.
It’s really fulfilling going out with a bunch of medical students. Intelligent, driven, hard working and down to earth, they’re really good fun. I loved my little trip to the seaside.
Back to Gatwick the next day, and then smooth as silk, an hour or so to Geneva pick up the car and an hour or so back to the Houches. Job done!
So on reflection…. Can I live here in the Alps, take the odd early flight back to London to do a bit of business, chill out in Brighton for an evening and be back the Alps in good time the next day? It seems so. Will the business side of things work out? Remains to be seen, but I think so, yes. Do I have any regrets about moving out here? Fuck No!
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