Has it really been a week? I feel like the soldier returning from combat - wearied, scarred - scared, even - but bloody and victorious:-) It's been an epic time. Two workshops delivered, and my work partner wounded in battle. She says it's not for her. She can deal with NHS types, but not sharp men in sharp suits. I find the inquiry and presience of the city slicker exciting and challenging. She left our last gig emotionally ravaged. I want more; she's had enough. The problem is our different disciplines. And different outlooks. I'm building on journalistic skills. Creating rapport to ease the movement of information around an organisation, and to increase cooperation and productivity. Communication for me is about winning. She, on the other hand, is teaching variations on assertiveness. Which is about loss limitation. Standing up in this difficult world and being heard. The two are connected, but they're not the same. One is household goods. The other is bedlinen. Who's up for a half day workshop with a bolshy woman who gets you talking?;-) Aside from the business - and there's still the new website to be sorted - all is well in the dustbowl that is the London Borough of Camden. Sunshine, coffee, chocolate, and happy kids... Yesterday I took the abdominiser out of storage. It must be summer:-)