Unintentional mini-hiatus.

I dare say that some of you might be wondering where I have been. Well, it has been a funny old week.

First and foremost, there was the Work Thing. All of a sudden, what had seemed like a comfortable and achievable deadline became very imminent, very risky, scarily dependent on other random factors outside of my control, and absolutely, one hundred percent, on-pain-of-death (my death, not anyone else’s) unmissable. So, I’ve had to pull the stops out a bit. Head down, fingers flying, phones a-ringing, e-mails a-pinging, poor little brain a-spinning, push push push nag nag nag questions questions questions politics politics politics…

…and we made it. Lunchtime today, everybody happy, no egg on face, no money down the drain, no wasted flights next week, pats on backs all round.

You know the really scary thing? I actually rather enjoyed the experience. Arbeit macht frei, or something. Also, despite the pressure, I have remained weirdly calm throughout. Well, it’s not as if I could afford the luxury of panic.

None of this was helped by my streaming head cold, which kicked in last Sunday and has been ravaging my system ever since. (It did seem like rather a disproportionate hangover, especially after the second day.) I’ve also had problems sleeping for the past week – something from which I almost never suffer.

Added to this, my evenings have been unusually full, with little or no time between leaving work and commencing the evening’s activity: a concert, a meal, and a major re-organisation of the Nottingham house (we’ve just had the decorators in).

So… blogging? Pah! Leave it out! Basically, I’ve had neither the time, the energy nor the headspace. Hell, I’ve barely even been reading them, let alone writing them. Normally, I’d be looking forward to catching up over the weekend – but we’ve got a Nuclear Family coming to stay (Mum, Dad, two little smashers) from tonight until Sunday. Charming people, but the prospect of playing the Perky Host all weekend feels a little daunting right now. Never has the tantalising mirage of couch, wine and crap Friday night telly seemed more alluring.

I wasn’t put on this earth to toil and to suffer. Normality (and articulacy) should return next week. Have a nice weekend!

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