The long and winding road...

Remember I mentioned it was this time of year for me?

Two days left to go.

I bring you this picture, the latest in an occasional series from my camera phone.

It's the path through the park just before I get to my house when I walk from the station.

I like it today because, if you look closely there appears to be a light at the end of the road...

Only two more days.

























I remember when the twins were babies and the Pea Princess was only four and a couple we'd known for years - R and D -came to visit.

They'd had two boys in 14 months while living overseas away from any family, so perhaps empathised a little more than most people.

As they were leaving, R said to me: "Hang in there kid, there's light at the end of the tunnel."

Then he paused and looked at me and said:

"It's just a fucking long tunnel."

How true.

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This work thing that happens every year is not so long, and, as you know, I love it in my own twisted adrenalin-craving way. However, by the end of the fourth week I could be perceived by some people to be just a teeny bit crotchetty.

Snappy, even.

Short-tempered.

Oh let's farkin' face it, I'm a downright bitch.

I shouldn't be allowed near people, really I shouldn't.

And yet. Being around people and making fine-point judgments about the management of people issues is what I do.

So I shall try to suck it up and behave myself these last few days.

No matter how STUPID and POINTLESS and RIDICULOUS the things I have to deal with may be.

Then I'll go do tidy ups and have lunches with friends next week (are you free, Kim?)

And then I'm having a whole GLORIOUS week off.

Then it's one more week of relative normality at the office before we head into a seven-day stint that would make your toes curl.

I wish it would make my hair curl instead.

And then, my friends, it will be Christmas.

Now isn't that a relaxing thought.

mtc
Bec