Over the past few years (with, of course, something of a hiatus for Covid ...) I've sampled a fair number of rent-for-the-day London meeting rooms: a phenomenon that, I suspect, will increase enormously if companies here consolidate practices of having a number of employees working from home. That way they can downsize their big office buildings ... So I've also sample a number of different coffee machines; lunches that have ranged from the superb to the ok (today's was somewhere in the middle, and I had curried haddock and salad, which was somehow a truly British choice. I can't imagine getting curried haddock in Los Feliz or Silver Lake); freebies (notepads, pens, and now bottles of hand sanitizer); and witty motivational sayings in very C21st typescript or mock handwriting on the walls and whiteboards. My pen exhorts me: "a chance to ponder, draft, sketch, scribble, spark, draw a conclusion, make your mark, etc." Uh -huh. I did very roughly draw part of the view from the window with it, but not the magnificent frontage (or rather back) of the Chancery Lane building that I was in, as reflected in the plate glass opposite; nor, for that matter, the receding trapezoids of the room's lightings heading out into a sunny London day.
I'll miss these meetings, and for much more than the variety of venues.
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