Growing Up

A weekend of excessive consumption of meatses with alternating calorie burns preempts the crunch week of a symbolic week of growing up, a rather expensive all-you-can-eat-brazilian-meat in the wildfire have provided a very likely prospective location for a future caper and the usual stresses of moving have been slightly delayed and perhaps even displaced to another but am sure they will come by the end of the week.  Racing P-platers up Oxford Street offers a welcome respite from the grind of the confidential world and, surprisingly, corporate enforced bonding sessions proved to be far more entertaining than it might have been (the Scales of Justice provided adequate amusement).  More to come.