The
BBC have started playing the adverts about their TV comedy shows during
coverage of the Olympics on Radio 5 Live.
I
am officially DONE with that corporation.
At least you won't have any more repetitive moaning blog posts about it this
week.
So - in other news - work is hugely busy and utterly exhausting. It's my third
(I think) Summer Holidays in this industry and every year it seems to get more taxing.
In the quieter months, there's some weird mental resetting that happens, where my
brain seems to make myself forget just how traumatic August can be, so that I
can face doing it again the following year. I imagine it's similar to the way
childbirth pain pales into insignificance once you get home with the baby. If
that forgetting didn't happen, no-one would ever have any siblings, I suspect. Women
would become mums once and then never let themselves be put in that position
again. And in my case, if it wasn't for this selective amnesia, then no-one
that likes vacations in Suffolk would ever have any staff to greet them.
And in other, OTHER news, Philippa has arranged to have a few days away without
me...
RC 8-8-24
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