I’ve spent about 4,194 days working in advertising. No two have been the same.
7.40am: I awaken to birdsong. It’s not birdsong. It’s an industrial drill boring a hole in the side of my house. Which is just as well, because I have an 8.30am breakfast meeting to get to and I was dreaming about a cat giving a Powerpoint presentation. I am not a morning person.