Monday
V nerve-wracking weekend. Thought I was going to get the sack for leaving the mike on during Dave’s meeting with Mr Obama. Wrote a long email of apology to Gary cc Nigel for accidentally forgetting to tell the ABC cameraman that it was pictures only, but Gary sent me a memo back, cc’d every-one, saying that my actions were ‘inspired and brilliant’ and ‘a shining example of the sort of initiative you should all be taking’. He keeps winking at me saying ‘accidentally eh?’ Decided to go along with it, although am nervous about why no one has worked out what a huge blooper I made. Now Gary says I’m in charge of Holiday Management. This means all sorts of trouble, including going down to Cornwall to arrange photo ops and do wardrobe duties and refuse surveillance in case the kids throw away ice-cream wrappers. What a nightmare!
Tuesday
Up all night ripping realistic-looking holes in Dave’s T-shirts so he looks ‘properly relaxed and completely unselfconscious’.
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