Now we’re an hour and a quarter overdue for our meeting.
I took a visit to the site office, where I find the Wood Newton rep (Peter, I believe) sat down reading paperwork, no sign of Scott who was due to be with him, and Nigel Mitchell on the phone, which explains why we couldn’t get through.
Apparently Peter (as we’ll call him, as I don’t know his name) was stuck on the M1. In this day and age, it would, of course, be impossible to contact anyone to let them know out of courtesy you’re going to be an hour late to a pretty serious meeting.
But then, he’s not coming anyway, Scott and Nigel are. So we’ve been waiting over an hour for someone stuck in traffic who couldn’t get in touch and isn’t coming to the meeting anyway. Nice.
