Monday
Everyone in a panic about our Greek taverna line. Am starting to wish I never mentioned it. DD keeps ringing up to tell Gids about big game hunting. ‘I know, I know,’ I told him. ‘You’d better be sure you kill with the first shot, etc.’ Sometimes the old ones are the best. Sometimes, however, they are just tedious. To make matters worse, we’re run off our feet because Nigel is being rested. It was the only compassionate option after he went funny at conference and rampaged around the press room screaming obscenities at journalists, which even Gary said was taking media management a bit too far. So he’s on GWB leave, pending a full assessment by Sherwood, our lifestyle guru — who’s just done a course in ‘Mid-Term Paranoia as Exhibited by Opposition Spin Doctors’. What good timing is that!
Tuesday
Strange dreams last night about the Lord of Darkness.
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