I always thought I was good at dealing with pressure. That belief is really being put to test now… Work is just a nightmare and on friday I found out this week I get to cover for TWO people instead of one. Which means I probably won’t be going back on wednesday. Great. Funny how no-one cared to mention that before… Also, some sleazy criminal type person is emptying my account, which isn’t very nice. So that means I have to run between HSBC and the police station trying to sort it out when I *really* wouldn’t have time, or brain-space, to deal with it. Oh yeah and Stu’s going for an interview… in Austria. Head’s just going ‘aaaaaaarrrrrrrgh’ and I constantly feel like crying, and then hate myself for it because I AM GOOD WITH STRESS aren’t I?

At the weekend I went to Saffron Walden, which was relaxing up to a point. At least dealing with other peoples bigger problems puts your own ones into perspective. Also, when a 5-year old asks me if I want to have a bath with him, surely it means I’ve still ‘got it’?

And yesterday I took photos of Rayleigh, as requested by Eve and Stu. And I climbed up a bloody big hill in the rain just for you two.

Now back to hell.