I'm on fire this week. It's like I'm working with a rocket up my backside. I am ploughing my way through the NeverEndingToDo list like I've got a holiday coming up or something.
Even managed maximum output this afternoon while every kid in the neighbourhood had a water fight in our garden. Right outside my studio window. (While their mothers - all part timers or sodding school workers - enjoyed their days off in peaceful solitude. No doubt with their feet up and a jug of Pimms to hand)
I am counting the days till I finish work.
Fifteen if you take into consideration that Day16 will mostly be spent at the hairdressers and the nail salon...
I can't bloody wait. Have I mentioned that already?