Today in the UK is National Blog Day when people are invited to record their day for posterity - and the duller the better. Here's mine which I'll post at the British Library later today (just in case something unpredicted happens).

Got up 5.30, lamented the passing of the BBC Radio 4 British folksong theme which used to open the day and lift the spirits, did 300 kcals on the exercise bike, shower(s), breakfast, bus to Tottenham Court Road, walk to King's Cross, email while I walk and listen to Janacek's Lachian Dances. Write blog.

Meetings this morning with various Macmillan directors and a brilliant editor who has decided to move back into selling rights for another company. I think it's called an exit interview. Lunch in Islington with an old friend, Bob Gavron, who is or has been involved in all aspects of the book trade - printing (St Ives), publishing (Carcanet), retailing (Folio Society) and much else.

This afternoon a catch-up session with our personnel director and then a discussion with new joiners. I try to get to meet all new joiners in the UK to share with them some of our aims as an organisation. One of the main (and beneficial) changes of the last thirty years in publishing is that people have become more specialised and professional. The downside is that it's very hard for anyone to understand the full scope of the company which employs them. I'll try to redress the balance.

Finally a dinner with the past and current managing directors of the Macmillan English Campus to say thanks for what's been achieved so far and good luck for what will be achieved.

And so, in the words of A.A.Milne, to bed. I went to check that it was A.A.Milne and you may be interested to know that a Google search on that phrase throws up Hot hotels to take your lover.