Day after Tomorrow

So here it is. This time last year I was crying in the office with overwhelm and anger about the food festival. This year I’m still not happy, as I stumble home late on a Friday night with still piles to do tomorrow, but it’s better.  Some wonderful people show up to help and my colleagues buy me cool drinks and ask what they can do next. It’s all lovely.  I wish I could get the photocopier to do staple fold though,  not looking forward to making five hundred programmes by hand.  In 48 hours it will be over and I will be drinking.  Thank you.