Back to work...
On Friday afternoon I was having a bit of a crisis at work. A crisis that was entirely in my head probably. I was utterly stressed out. Taking over my boss's job, a co-worker's, doing my own and running a building project was just proving too much. Things had got beyond, and out of, my control. I'd just been working too hard and just needed a break.
So on the spur of the moment at 1pm on Friday afternoon I navigated my way to EasyJet.com, bought myself a (ludicrously expensive) return ticket to Barcelona, popped home for my passport plus a few clothes and I was all set. Sitges was my destination - three days of sleeping, relaxing and being pampered by Paul and Simon.
I'm now back in the UK and feeling 100% better. I just needed to get away and it's done me so much good. I wouldn't say I had early nights exactly (Day One we were up until 6 in the morning) but a change is as good as a rest.
So what have I missed since I've been away? Posh is pregnant again, Radcliffe drops out again, Holmes wins gold again, Dyke hits out at Blair again, Robson's been sacked again and Laura Branigan died in her sleep. Not much then.