Drippy Fig Monday

Goodness I am struggling with work joy and enthusiasm at the moment. Today included some bright spots and then some worrying ones. All even then.

I don’t know why I write stuff like that, looking back at my journal I am completely bemused by some of my work updates- never have any idea what was so awful or do great. Main news is that I consistently don’t like actually going to work on the whole so perhaps I just need to shut up and get on with it.

Self-pep talk over. Jay is on water polo duty. I did packing jobs and now I’m watching some old crap on the telly. Norfolk at well before dawn tomorrow, you may want to just leave my journal well alone for the rest of the week, the moaning is likely to continue. Come back on Saturday.