29 September 2015
I meet with a group of practice directors. They are in a very grand building where you need a PhD to work out the lift system. Even the toilets are hidden somewhere only a genius could find them. Yay! I am a genius! It is a friendly meeting. One of the practice directors gives me a box of fresh-laid eggs, because he keeps chickens and yesterday we were talking about chickens. Or rather, he and Mr Davies were talking about chickens, and I was getting bored. Being given fresh-laid eggs is almost better than being given cakes and biscuits, although not quite. Mr Davies keeps chickens too, but Mr Davies has never given me a box of eggs. I spend the rest of the day in the flat I am borrowing, dealing with emails and writing letters and boiling eggs. I did the same thing all yesterday evening and all the evening before – apart from the egg boiling, of course. Any normal, even half-way functional patent attorney would have finished the job by now. Not me.
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