I have just had a long conversation with my boss of bosses about work and life and holiday time. He’s been really reassuring and nice and helpful, which means that I just have more to think about now than I did before, if I’m completely honest, but at least I’m less tense.
The most satisfying part of the whole shebang is that he (I fear with nervousness in his heart) practically insisted that I take a couple of weeks off work starting after work tomorrow. I think I’m going to be off from the seventh until the nineteenth, during which time I plan to visit Bristol, get cable television, work on my sites, clean my bedroom and sort out the weird thing that seems to be growing on the bottom of my feet.