My throat feels like a piece of rusty pipe. I'm taking the Lemsips and sipping sage tea, downing Chinese herbs and probably should be taking something powerful and nasty instead to stave off whatever it is that's knocking at my door. Go away Bug, I don't have time to entertain you.
We had a team meeting today, the first in the new job. Ah, how nice to land somewhere where there IS a team with a leader who opens proceedings by looking round the table and asking everyone how they are. This place feels like a good place to be. Fingers crossed, it turns out to be just that and doesn't get reorganised and turned around into something else. (You never know in the international bakery).
Tomorrow I say goodbye to my old colleagues with some drinks at the cafe across the way. If my throat feels anything like it does now, it'll be a quick goodbye from my side.
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