Arrived at work and just as I was picking up were I'd left off on Friday, I found myself rushing into the city centre to do a survey for a colleague who had suddenly decided he couldn't go. The client is his next door neighbour and we've done quite a few jobs for him. After I had finished surveying the shop he's about to buy, I walked across to the other side of town to watch some buildings being ripped down. Plymouth has now begun it's huge remodelling of it's city centre, a design project lead by the famous Architect, David Mackay. The vision is to give Plymouth it's old status as THE example of a modern city. You may read more about it here. Basically, out with drab, grey concrete and in with some real architecture. If you live within this region then you may have seen various programmes on television about it. I was quite happy to waste a little time, like many others, watching the spectical.

Well while I stood there, becoming increasingly aware the time on my car was about to run out, my mobile phone rang. It was my secretary telling me the client I'd just surveyed for, wanted me back for something else. I make my way back to the other end of town again to be told that my colleague had promised to measure up a large area of the street, outside the clients other shop frontage. Not only is that really a two-man task, my main concern was with my car. I ended up more than half an hour over my time, though thankfully had gotten away with it.

Back at the office, I'm pounced on by my other colleague to take some levels at the rear of a rehabilitation centre for dug users. He was certain a mistake was made the last time we levelled the site, which is soon to become a new, large extension. I was rather bemused, seeing we'd already levelled this area three or four times. Bemusement soon turned to annoyance, when later in the day we went back to do it yet again. I think he couldn't understand the relationship between the existing floor level in the building and the service lane at the rear of the building. Thankfully the centre is only five minutes walk from the office...would be less but there's the small issue of there being the main railway lines that run into Plymouth from the rest of the country running in-between. Unless you have a death wish, you're gonna walk that little bit extra ;).

At the end of the day, the only drawing I got done was the plan/elevation for this shop I surveyed in the morning. I like days where I can work for a second without interrupting and get into some sort of flow with my work. Today, however, just was not my day for getting work done. Here's hoping for tomorrow.