In the end the update was better than expected. A couple of tasks I didn’t particularly care for were removed and another couple added; they are a part of what my job has become. You do it to the best of your ability and see what happens.
My new desk may be smaller, the space tighter, but it’s all about location isn’t it? Considering I work in Wales the flag, a decorative addition from a colleague, might seem a bold move… but it works for me. It’s back to normality tomorrow or just as soon as I can figure out what that is. There’s a lot of new work; on my optimistic days it’s a challenge and on others it’s the perfect recipe for stress.
When I got home this evening my daughter showed me some photographs she’d found in the spare room.
There’s one of Mummy with long hair and one of you with black hair...You’ve got grey hair now, Daddy. You look like Granddad...
Today was one of the better days.