tomorrow...tomorrow...

I'm really not looking forward to getting back on the treadmill. I've got quite relaxed and am sleeping better. It's a relatively easy start tomorrow as I'm interviewing all day, and the University is really close to where Mr McMuffin is working so I even get a lift there and back. I've read the interview schedule, and the questions look easy peasy. I'm feeling a bit old codgerish as I can't help thinking that they were harder when I was on the program. Wednesday I'm back in the office and I know we have bumper numbers of children in care so it's going to be really busy.

I'm also not looking forward to drinking bad coffee. I didn't even drink coffee until a few years ago and I've become a real snob. It has to be freshly brewed, strong and black or I can't be bothered. Ms Ginger Cake got her Mum to bring back tons of gorgeous Blue Mountain coffee when she was over from Jamaica. I can't even bear to drink my usual brew now, I am a spoiled brat.