If you added together the hours I have worked for Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday of this week, you’d get 49.
Forty-nine hours worked in three days (not counting travel time which, if you’re interested, at six hundred miles driven, comes to 12 hours. And if you add the travel time to the hours worked and divide that by three, you will get 20 hours a day which is terrifyingly accurate).
No wonder I’m knackered.
It’s just a shame I’m not paid by the hour, eh?
Last night (Wednesday) I got home just after 6pm.
By 6.30pm I was in bed.
Fast asleep.
Without stopping to eat/drink anything.
And that’s the reason you’re not reading anything more interesting than this summary.
Soz.
I’ll try to do better tomorrow.
I’m just relieved to read you got a proper night’s sleep after what you wrote last week. (Red looks sternly over her glasses).
Argh! Sterns over-the-glasses looks always intimidate!
🙂
There you go: proof positive that all work and no play makes Bren a very dull boy 😉
Thems is long hours.
Thursday was equally mad. Friday, I’m having an easier time. I will limit myself to 8 hours. And then I will get out of bed.
I think about you every time I wear my “This Reality Podcast” T shirt but haven’t visited here in an age. It seems a lot has changed including your living arrangements. Sorry to hear it. Still think highly of you. I’m also listening to the album I bought which caused you to send me the shirt. Thanks for putting me on to “Finally Fridays”
…erm, I mean Ben Walker from the Troubadork album.