I was working in Manchester today. A difficult assignment for one reason and another that I won't bore you with.
Anyway, I arrived at Piccadilly and had 2 maps to show where I needed to be. They reckon I need 10 minutes to walk there, but being on the ball about these things I ignored that.
As some of you know, I do the gym and can do a fair pace on the treadmill. 10 minutes my ar*se. It took 20 at a brisk pace.
I find the building, but am so puffed I have to wait outside near the smokers (yuk these days) until I get my breath back and have some water to rehydrate.
Eventually I seem human and go in (having checked in my mirror for smeared mascara, hair, lippie etc). I say who I am there to meet and they come to collect me and expect me to go up 3 flights of stairs with a briefcase!
So I drag out the old 'I have asthma' routine as copd has such a different connotation. Eventually I get there and what do they say? We didn't expect you so early! I could have walked a lot slower.
The best is, I have to do it all over again tomorrow!