Cuba was wonderful and really pleased with photos from the lovely Havana. Varadero was nice too but was as sick as a dog. Will post with words sometime this month hopefully. Have come back to be working hard, determined and discplined at the office. Not often that happens after a holiday.
Work is very busy, longer hours than usual and the redundancy axe is heading somewhere near me any moment now. Still I'm mostly happy as a lark except for the PMT day where I had a housemate hoo hah about clearing up after the pre-theatre dinner I cooked. Alchemist at the theatre was superb by the way except I was the only one of the 10 strong group I organised who stood to clap while they cowered "but we're English, we don't do that". Oksana, the Saturday prior, actually got on stage at the Barbican to give flowers to the conductor (world's number 4) of the Kiev Opera. Must be a cultured East European thing - yes we know how to do appreciation. Anyway back to PMT - my poor boss was trying to dictate some words to me to add to my presentation I was preparing to give to senior managers and I defiantly complained that if I put those words in, they'd be snoring into their laptops. I only realised while whirling round my kitchen in the evening and putting myself in check for being OTT in exclaiming "Which complete fucking idiot left this here?" (me probably) how rude I'd been. I apologised the next day but he said I'd not been any different to normal. What does that say?!
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