Better. Bouncing. Broody.

I’ve booked some time off work. Now that things are getting back to being a bit less unnormal, my job has once again become one of planning ahead and preparing, rather than fighting fires and dealing with daily disasters, so there’s been no opposition to my holiday request. I know we won’t be able to go away anywhere – and to be honest, neither of us want to – but at least I can switch off from work stuff for 10 days or so and enjoy more time with my family. I think I’m the only person on my management level in our area who hasn’t been off in the past few months. I’ve had to cover for several of the others at various points during lockdown. That’s been hard, bearing in mind how much extra work I’ve had in the first place. The last thing I needed was to be lumbered with doing someone else’s job as well. But there we are – that’s the way things have been in most industries since March, so I can’t complain too much. The ‘extra work’ for me meant a bit more time on the computer in my office, and a bit more time on the phone. The ‘extra work’ for others this year has involved doubling the number of Intensive Care patients they’re dealing with, and doing longer, harder hours.

In other news – my new favourite pastime is holding Mathew on my knees, facing me, and bouncing him up and down insanely so he giggles like a tickled hyena.

In other news – Philippa has reminded me that we had ‘a brief discussion’ a while ago about providing Mathew with a little brother or sister. She has suggested we use my upcoming time off to achieve it…

RC 19-6-20