I'm back at work, and Boss is in Spain. By 10.30am on Monday, he had rung me three times. Maybe that should read "wrung" me. I don't mind, and even expect, the fact that my desk was piled high with work; it's when the chair is piled high, too, that I get annoyed. Do people really believe that I will stand there, going through their paperwork, (because it's the most important if it's on the chair), and deal with it? No. That paperwork gets shoved to one side, because I think it is OK for me to SIT at my desk to work - no?

I am very fortunate because I love my job, but sometimes it would be nice to ease back into work instead of being immersed immediately in all sorts of "urgent" stuff. And then, the calls from Spain! Rapid notes being taken, thoughts being stenographed - all crap, really. My neck is aching again from holding the phone to my ear while I write at top speed.

I should have taken a fortnight off!