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One week to go. One week. Less, 6 days. Thursday's my last day in prenatal. Heap of work to do before then. More work than I've had to do yet, but mostly running after people going "I've done this, you've seen me do this, in fact you told me to do this, now sign my documents so An Bord Altranais will believe I've done this, no I can't come back to you I know you're busy please oh please oh please do it now? Sign? Please? I bring cookies?"

Then off til the 26th. I may need reminding of that in a few days. Off. That time when you don't do anything. At all. You hear me there, Sarah? Sitting in cafés, reading fiction, eating cheesecake. I reckon that might do the trick.