You know that feeling when you’ve only been asleep for a few hours and you get woken up suddenly. Running around like the proverbial headless chicken… not quite knowing where I am….. not quite knowing what I’m doing…. but knowing that I should be doing something. Running round in a bit of a daze, then the realisation that the phone is ringing…… been ringing since I woke up…..fuuuuuuck!!! ……. its 4.32am. ….. I’d booked a taxi for 4.30 ……that must be him….again….fuuuuuuuck!!!!
Anyway, to cut a long story short, I had to explain to a Norwegian taxi driver that yes, you are my 4.30 taxi, but I had slept in….then run outside to pay him and ask him to come back again in half and hour, giving me enough time to get my shit together.
So began my trip to San Francisco 
I managed to get a later airport train and still made the gate for my first flight.
Here I am now, sitting in a bar blogging and eyelids propped open with matchsticks, but man….this beer is good. Earlier I headed for probably my favourite diner and had the usual homemade meatloaf with gravy and lumpy mashed potatoes. And yes, I do have a favourite…. now on my fourth trip to this cool city.
Ok, I’m here for work. But when being sent on a business trip to San Fancisco one can’t complain
