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Date: 28 July 2010 12:30:12
There's nothing like the window cleaner appearing at your bedroom window when you're sitting in your (rather skimpy, due to the hot weather) nightie at the computer (alongside said window) playing around on the internet at midday to remind you that you are supposed to be working.
Not that I hadn't done any work, I hasten to add. No, I work best in my nightclothes, believe it or not, and I was only having a coffee break, honest gov.
But I have worked and worked and worked and reached that point now where I've run out of a) enthusiasm, b) space to "put stuff", and c) enthusiasm. You know that point, the point where you've made it all a million times worse in the preparation stage of making it all better, you know you're going to have to make it a million times worser still (if only that were a word), and now there's no going back but you're going to have to redouble your efforts if you're going to move forward.... or even if you're going to have somewhere to sleep tonight!