A very long day

Heart racing, palms sweating, shivering from cold or nerves, I wasn’t sure. I cleared my throat and started my presentation. 

It was the culmination of two months work. It was the justification of my job, my global role and despite my initial misgivings, time to prove that I was the right person for the job.  

I took a deep breath and soldiered on. Suddenly my heart slowed, my thoughts cleared, my voice sounded calm, authoritative, even. I sat up in my chair, took another deep breath and we were off! 

By 8pm the day was finally over, time for the corporate dinner. I was exhausted. My right Margaret Thatcher was hurting and all I wanted to do was go to bed. Bed was not an option, belly dancers were! 

After a four course Moroccan banquet complete with half a dozen belly dancers, I finally staggered home and collapsed into the very small bed.

11:30pm. I’d left the little flat at 7:15am, it had been a very long day. One more day to go.

Time for sleep!

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