A mammoth undertaking

I went back to work on Tuesday after taking over two weeks off over the run of Bank Holidays. On the one hand, it felt odd being back after an extended break, but on the other I was quite pleased to get back to a routine as I’d pretty much had enough of myself after such a long break.

Not that I spent the whole two weeks on my own. Quite apart from the mid-week break in Bath with my parents, and the seemingly endless visits from tradesmen fixing bits of the house, I’d also spent some time catching up with some friends I hadn’t seen for a while. I had Sunday lunch with one school friend and her family (and went for a good long walk on the Malvern Hills in a vain effort to tire out her children!),  a barbecue lunch at the family home of another school friend, had dinner at my favourite pub with a group of friends from work, and met up with several colleagues and ex-colleagues for coffees over the fortnight.

I managed to catch up on my sleep too, and feel more rested than I had before the Easter break. But even so, I’m pleased to have the firm structure back to the day, and something to focus my efforts on, which work gives me.  I’m finding myself quite hard work at the moment and I think another week at home would have been too much of a good thing.