Addiction, attitude and altitude

After the weirdness of the last few days, I have decided to take the sensible option and give myself a break from caffeine. The problem is that, being me, I haven’t tapered off or cut down gradually, I have literally woken up this morning and gone “ZERO CAFFEINE!” and abstained completely. So I’ve ended up feeling – depending on the time of day – panicky, nauseous, emotional, exhausted, insane, elated and/or close to an imminent heart attack.

In slightly nicer news, I have pulled a bit of a fast one, but got away with it. Gavin had refused my request to have a big Bonfire Night fireworks display, but he did give me a free hand with organising the Hallowe’en event. So I’ve booked someone to send up some fireworks at the end of the Hallowe’en party…
He chided me for my cheekiness, but allowed it to go ahead.

Speaking of Gavin, he wants to organise some kind of adrenaline-fuelled weekend away for the staff early in 2022. Partly a team-building exercise, partly a charity fund-raiser and partly an opportunity for publicity, I’m hoping this will end up being one of his flash-in-the-pan, spur-of-the-moment, fizzle-and-die ideas that burns bright in his head for a few days before disappearing into the ether, because the suggestions he has are quite disturbing. Option 1 seems to be that we all do a skydive. Option 2 seems to be a trek to the top of Snowdonia. Option 3 seems to involve llamas, Land’s End and a launch pad, but I may have got that wrong as I’d tuned out by then. I’m all for a staff outing, and I’m all for doing something different (or even dangerous) to raise money for a hospice or something, but being thrown out of an aeroplane, climbing to the top of a mountain or getting involved in whatever Option 3 was are not items I’ll be placing on my 2022 wish list.
Why can’t we have a raffle and be done with it???

RC 14-10-21