I spend far too long dreaming over the individual words. Is that the privilege of a commuter? ‘I don’t know how you do anything on the train’ says a friend. But like so much of life, I suppose it is just habit. One journey is much like another; one passes – is gone – nothing done, but another comes along soon enough, and within a few days those ugly, trite sentences are stripped of cliché and reading smooth. Well, in theory. But output is tiny just now. Anyway, Corporate is done. Do read it.