Someone tried (and failed, thanks to my 12-year-old daughter) to break into my house.
Details, jude. At the moment, in my mind your daughter is Batman.
("flee, criminal scum!" )
I'm feeling a lot happier of late so that's good
That IS good. Glad to hear from you, Iam!
Well, I survived, but I could have done with some of Namatu's pie. I was horrendously out of my depth at points, feeling pretty down about that, and at the end of the course they assembled the whole group and asked us all to turn to our neighbour and say what we'd learned and what we were going to do on Monday. And sitting down in the empty seat right next to me was the Chief Exec. I could have died.
Talking about it after with some friends it was suggested that in all likelihood a lot of the senior management would have felt similarly at sea, that everyone but a small minority also worry and panic about this stuff. I'm not sure that's all that comforting, since it would mean that everyone in that room is exceptionally good at lying. But then I lied my arse off to the Chief Exec - inasmuch that I understated how bad I thought it had gone; that is, I said it was "challenging"; and overstated how positive I felt about it; i.e. I said I had "a lot of thinking to do" rather than "I'm considering it a minor miracle that I'm not throwing up right now". So maybe I'm not that different.
ANYWAY. I went to a rather stonking gig with my wife on the weekend, which was exactly the relaxation I needed, and I'm reading a great book (
), so things could be worse. Back into the daily grind now, and I'm pretty sure I would have heard down the line by now if I'd
really screwed up with the CEO, so that's a good thing?!