It’s been hot on our island these past couple of weeks…
Roasting hot.
Call it global warming, climate change, or just weather – either way, Lichfield’s been cooking.
As I write this to you today, the thermostat says 28c.
Emma calls this ‘lovely.’
I call it ‘too damn hot.’
This translucent Englishman is NOT made for heat.
I’m too pasty, too sweaty, too uncomfortable.
Made worse by the fact that as temperatures soared, I was asked to do some private consulting that included a board meeting…
… In an office…
… With no aircon.
A cardinal sin in any summer in any country.
So, there was only one thing for it…
Laying out some rules of engagement.
My terms…
“If you want me to be there, I will be in shorts A-N-D flip flops. Non-negotiable.”
The MD of the international construction company in question wisely said yes.
So the meeting rolls around and it turns out this outfit is old school.
Around the table are 12 men.
All wearing a shirt.
All wearing a tie.
All sweating their tits off.
In I stride…
The shorts were not subtle.
My legs were out.
Eyebrows were raised and comments were made.
And as far as I was concerned no fffff’s were given.
I was cool as a cucumber – literally.
A stark reminder that when you play for yourself…
YOU set the rules of the game.
… So I strongly suggest you set them in your favour and for your comfort.
(Shorts & flip-flops optional.)
Until next time.
Make More. Provide More. Be More.
Charlie Hutton
