I'm back from a well earned holiday this week. You just can't beat a "fly n flop" week of sun, reading and cocktails. No decisions to be tackled except where to eat and which book next, love it. Travelling back, the thoughts about work creep back. Travel itself distracts for a while with its weirdness and mysteries. For example, why do I need to have my boarding card scanned to buy a pack of polos? How is it I can't take a razor through security but I can buy them the other s