The past 48 hours have been a whirlwind of planes, trains, taxis, tube rides and awards.
When I got the call from Craig Vickery (Head of ACCA Scotland) to tell me that I had been awarded the ACCA UK Advocate of the year, I sat in my office and burst into tears. Apologising to Craig for crying on his shoulder (metaphorically) my staff came in to check I was okay as they had heard the cries (of joy) so I shared the news with them.
Sidenote: I was sworn to secrecy on the award so could only tell a few close people ahead of the event in London.
The Association of Chartered Certified Accountants (ACCA) have been a wonderful support to me - ever since I qualified in 1998 (sshh! Don't mention my age thank you very much) and when I set up Faith Simps...
When I was growing up, I always got over excited as the summer holidays approached. Not just because six weeks of fun and long days in the sun lay ahead but because I was lucky enough that my parents took my brother and I abroad every July to somewhere new, exotic and exciting.
1976, holiday number 1 was Tunisia where mum forbid us from eating any fruit unless it came from a tin, a waiter used to walk around the hotel complex peddling his wares and shouting "Asda price" at the top of his voice and some local at the market in Monastir offered to swap my very blond brother Nial for a rather handsome looking camel. Greece was the destination in 1977 where I had my first official holiday crush on the waiter. Portugal's Algarve coast, Menorca and then a gite in France with my extended family f...
So here I am in the big apple ready to take a bloody large bite.
Six months after an email exchange with the artistic Prudence Wright Holmes (of Sister Act fame don't you know?) and all talk of a house exchange for the month of August whilst she does her show in the Edinburgh Fringe, I end up living on the Upper West Side of Manhattan, one block from Central Park and I get to live out my Carrie Bradshaw dream of being a writer in the city. In reality it could just be the most expensive shopping trip ever.
So today was "C" Day and and I am not lying when I tell you that a woman boarded the aircraft wearing a sumbrero and yoga pants and then proceeded to do a down dog whilst waiting for the toilet.
I also had the (mis) fortune of being sat beside a rather vocal business man from New Orleans...