GET WELL SOON, PETER

There's a small chance I have to go to London on a two-day training course tomorrow.

I don't particularly want to go.

It's not London's fault; I don't mind the grand old city on the whole, though I could never live there. I could even cope with the journey, despite being shoved into a fast-moving metal tube with a claustrophobic crowd of grey-looking commuters.

It's more about the uncertainty. At the moment whether I go at all seems to depend on whether the person who's supposed to be going is actually well enough to go. He's off sick today apparently. Then there's the uncertainty about the course, accommodation, travel details, expenses, etc. I like things a little more planned out than...

"You'll go won't you, Matt, if Peter's not able to?"

... being the only communication I've had. I said yes, without really thinking about it. The course is sort of relevant to me and I might learn something applicable I suppose. I quickly reasoned that the most useful thing about showing an immediate interest was that it might just persuade my manager that I'm keen to learn new stuff.

I'll find out whether I'm going by the end of the day.

Get well soon, Peter.

Really soon.