Like most of the rest of the UK, I have to go back to work tomorrow after a two week break during which I have done nothing, despite my best intentions. But I would really rather not have to go back to work! I'm not at all looking forward to what I fear is going to be a difficult year: a horrible project which is getting worse not better (due to micromanagement from the US) together with an economic climate that suggests there will be no pay raises (again) this year and most likely a further round of downsizing – just as long as I get a decent offer this time; the only question is whether it will be enough to be able to retire early.
But tomorrow will start even before work with an urgent visit to the dentist. Why is it that one always manages to lose a large filling (or worse) over Christmas? Fortunately I don't mind going to the dentist: it helps that we get on well, can have serious conversations and Jonathan is a seriously brilliant dentist. Just as well because my wallet will be in shock afterwards!
Let's hope I'm being over-pessimistic.