Been one of those weeks.
So manic. Studying mornings – and I was pushed up into a higher class. NOT because of my ability, let’s be clear, but because the class for my level wasn’t running as not enough students at that level. They have a habit of doing this. So I got bumped into the higher class – which was running. And boy was it tough. Language learning isn’t easy at the best of times – but when you feel like the thickest in the class – it ain’t a great feeling.
Work-wise I’m currently working on the largest freelance project I’ve won since leaving full-time work at the end of last year. The fee is good, but work-wise it’s hard going, lots of variables, and we’re on deadline for the end of next week.
So I’ll be working Sat/Sun/Bank Holiday Mon, including have a call with said client (in another country) at 9am (!!!!!!!!!!) on Bank Holiday Monday.
Anyyway. As our friends across the pond might say, I freaking love the song I’ve posted above. I love all things 80s. I’m stuck in that decade. Go figure.
After the abstinence of Monday/Thursday (don’t ya just love the FastDiet) I’ve gone totally the other way today – or so it seems. Currently throwing back the vino, nice big dinner, lots of home-made bread earlier, crisps, popcorn. Oh how I love food. Going out for brunch with Sheridan tomorrow (after his medical appointment on Harley Street first thing; don’t ask; though actually it’s something rather anodyne).