Bleh. I've been writing pompous emails all day. I'm all written out, not to mention heartily sick of writing about myself.

Incidentally, I may have gotten that job. Unofficially, at least. I got a call at lunch time that told me so.

"Congratulations," the lady said. "They were really pleased with the shortlist."

Then, Vanessa protested and insisted on some snooze time.

2 more sleeps to 5 weeks of bliss.