Ah, the end of the week has arrived, and how lovely it would be to have a glass of wine (or two, being Friday) ! But no, I am a Dryathlete, I have a wristband to prove it – arrived in the post yesterday, together with three beer mats.
It has been a fairly uneventful day at work, so I can’t claim to be too stressed at present. Dealt with a few innocuous emails, saw 2 out of 4 clients, made a couple of phone calls, had a bit of thinking time, caught up with some notes, avoided catching up with the work-based beast of a daily diary, chatted to some colleagues, and so the day flowed by….
…unlike the wine, which has not flowed. Tonight I am drunk on smugness rouge.