...is when you feel absolutely shite, your nose is running, you're varying between being so hot you're sweating and so cold you can't stop shivering... and you then you remember you don't get sick pay. I'm also just a week into this new gig and don't want to mess it up so have been dosing on lemsip/paracetamol/cough medicine to get me through the day, then trudging home, stuffing some food down my throat, drinking a Power Toddy* followed by a couple of Nytols then going to bed. Seems to be just about keeping me going so far.
Project is ticking along nicely in the meantime, not the world's most interesting topic but involves quite technical writing. I don't mean writing about technology, but the way in which the project fits together. There are lots of letters and emails which include lots of variable paragraphs that have to work independently yet also fit together in any number of combinations, while also not only making sense but reading nicely. Tricky.
And in the meantime, Obama is in. There is hope yet.
*Power Toddy:
1 x Lemsip
2 x teaspoons honey
1 x good slug of whisky
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