Triste

Work is frantic. I am running the response to a public tender for something that is reasonably high profile politically. I spend all day on the phone and then returning the calls of people who left messages while I was on the phone. A week has gone by and not one, single, bloody word has been written. I got a call from someone today who said the CEO had seen a report on this topic in the Fin Review and were we responding? Everyone has got an opinion but nobody wants to do any work. Maybe he could write one of the bloody sections. I'm feeling sad. I had to face some uncomfortable truths. I think I have acted correctly but it hasn't cast me in the most positive light. Tonight I did penance by doing the ironing while watching tv with the children. It was very soothing. Yes, I have a cupboard of ironed sheets again.