I shot this photo on the way to a meeting this morning, not realising its relevance to my day at the time.

The meeting I was travelling to had been postponed for an hour because one of the four people involved was asked along to a meeting with Gordon Brown at the precise time we should have been sitting down together. For two of the participants of the meeting, they are used to such things, wheeling and dealing in ‘the corridors of power’ every day. For me though, I doubt I’ll ever have a closer encounter with a Prime Minister than getting bounced in favour of the Prime-Minister-In-Waiting as Gordon Brown surely is.

Because of the delayed start, I was able to take my time getting from Waterloo to the Institute of Directors and look for a photo opportunity so I strolled over Waterloo Bridge for the second time in two days in glorious sunshine. I shot a handful of pics, including this and tonight, after yet another gruelling working day of 12 hours duration, I loaded up the pics, googled Robert Walpole’s name and discovered he was, in effect, our first ever Prime Minister.

So, the fact that Mr Brown is as surely as anything preparing to be PM, meant this seemed like my most appropriate shot for the day.

The person who met with him says he’s much smaller than he looks and then a conversation ensued about how he’s a finger nail biter (not from the man who met him today). That must drive his stylists completely insane. Actually, it has just occurred to me that if our PM and Chancellor can't be trusted to be able to get dressed in the morning without help, there really is little hope for us. I'm half-tempted (not really) to say 'bring back Michael Foot' - there was a man who thought there were more important things in life than his image.....only kidding re bringing him back before I get a good flaming - oh and I am also well aware he was never PM.

Anyway, our meeting was a very exciting one, full of all sorts of promise.

Afterwards, I spent four hours on an extremely crowded train, with people standing in the aisles all the way home – you know what? I would have been extremely hacked off to have paid for a ticket and not get a seat but luckily for me, I got one of the last ones available.

I worked on the train and still had to finish a few things when I got home so I have literally just stopped but before I did, I logged onto my work email to find an email from the colleague I’d been out with today telling me we’d made two big sales while we were in our meeting (things where we’d proposed and the commissioning emails came in while we were out).

I really can’t say how thrilling that was, not just because of the thrill of the chase coming through but also because the chap who made the sales has been working dead hard on this particular project and has been coming up against all sorts of difficulties. Today, things have really ‘come good’ for him – that is so brilliant and so rewarding for him.

Last year? Tears!