Things aren’t going too well. In several directions, they are all ganging up. Nothing I can mention here, so discretion must reign, with the acknowledgement that I’ve had a couple of glasses of wine already and I will certainly, certainly have another before the evening is done. I won’t finish the bottle though, as I’m just so damn sensible.
Sorry if I haven’t answered your email yet, I really am, but I’m already badly slipping behind with other things. I’m fairly free tomorrow (that is, no meetings or appointments) but I’ve got an awful lot to do tonight, so I just can’t write to people I actually want to. I’ll just say that Tilly is fine, she and I have just had a lovely cuddle and she shows no sign of ill health – and yes, pee is a good indicator and I have (for I am more than half dog) sniffed hers to check.
If I didn’t know me so well, I’d hardly believe that I’ve done that. As it is, I just can hardly believe that I’ve admitted it in public.
Funny – I feel very stressed, but at the same time I’m not taking it personally. It won’t keep me awake because it doesn’t touch me or the family. But all the same, I’m feeling several separate big weights on my teeny little shoulders.
Wah. A lot of emails to write. Asking or telling or acknowledging appreciatively or reassuring. One may have bad news – though not personal. I have to apologise, because I’m double-booked in three weeks time and I have to extricate myself from something I’ve offered to do. I’m very sorry about that, though I didn’t know they clashed at the time.
There was a sort of vague insinuation, in Another Place, that I don’t file things logically. That’s not so, not at all, and I have no idea how the idea has got about. None at all. I file things logically when it matters and when I get around to it, and in the meantime, I have piles of things, stacked according to whether they are waiting to be put away or waiting to be dealt with. Whenever possible, I get documents emailed to me so that I don’t have to keep paper copies at all.
Perfectly sensible, logical and efficient, if not terribly organised. Works for me, anyway.
Yeah. Had the email with the expected bad news, though not for the person concerned. I’ve written to acknowledge, and now have to write to said person in sincerely warm and friendly manner.
I’d stop the clocks and wind them back about 25 hours, but that would only mean I’d have to go through it all over again.
No point hanging about any longer, time to get back to work. In my favourite quote from lovely John Ebdon – if you have been, thanks for listening.