Last night I was feeling pretty exhausted. Maybe it’s the pregnancy, maybe it’s the crazy week of work (100+page issue of MOYO coming to you next week), maybe it’s the seagulls waking me up at 4am. But my head was fuzzy and I needed a break.
Mr K suggested we start Friday with a walk on the beach and breakfast at a little cafe we haven’t been to before. So that’s what we did.
And what a good idea that turned out to be. After blowing off the cobwebs down by the sea, and with the salty air making us hungry for eggs benedict (him) and a ham and cheese croissant (me), we had one of our most productive brainstorms in ages, and all before 9am. That’s my kind of meeting.
How about you? What’s your kind of meeting?
