Had a call yesterday afternoon about a project I am working on. Guy said he needed to see me URGENTLY. Could I get to Manchester today? REALLY URGENT!!! He sounded a bit stressed and panicky, so I agreed.
Managed to lash together some emergency childcare arrangements for the Boy and set off. Got to destination and went to Reception.
"Hi, I am Mr Nick and I am here to see MR X"
Receptionist looked shocked and then burst into tears.
She then phoned someone and said that it was me and I had come to see Mr X.
"Someone is coming down to see you, " she sniffled.
I hung about.
Woman appeared and led me into a little room. "Mr Nick, you have come to see Mr X, yes?"
Yes
"I regret to inform you that he died at his desk yesterday afternoon."

Heart attack I guess.
Felt sorry for him and all that, but the effing M60 is buggered up and it took me another 2 hours to get back!
NOw have to tell Miss Whiplash about this development. It's either me or her!!