There was a Woman singing outside this morning at five o’clock.  I wouldn’t have minded if she could actually sing.  It was so much of a tuneless wail that I wasn’t even sure which song she was trying to sing.  I would go so far as to state that, if I imagine Hell, it would be myself being stuck in a room with the singing woman forever, listening to her endless song.

The few days off have been a revelation to me.  My brain, shorn of its state of perpetual exhaustion, is back to its quirky and creative best.  I’m now making plans, for when I get home, to make sure I don’t fall back into the situation where I’m working fourteen hours every day.  I think Jennifer will be happier as well.  This has actually been the first holiday, in a long time, where I’ve packed my own suitcase.  Normally I’m coming home at midnight, the night before an early flight, catching four hours sleep and then Sleeping on the plane the next day.  It cant continue and I’m now putting a new booking system in place for customers.  There’s going to be a lot less working and a lot more sleeping.