My Workload Increases and Shop Friend is Invaded by the French

Shop Friend has recently moved from a market stall into a full-blown shop, and has now painted the outside, making it beautiful. She called me concerned the other day: "Ze French are 'ere!" I wasn't going to believe her until she gave me proof:

In other news, everything has been happening both simultaneously and very, very fast. New Job is fantastic, but of course rather than doing the normal thing and resigning from Old Job to take it on, I've kept Old Job (or rather, Old Jobs), so now I have four Current Jobs. They are all fantastic and I love them dearly, which is why I haven't given any of them up. Nor would I want to.

This does mean, however, that yesterday I sprung out of bed at 4.45 to sit in the living room and work on Research Job, before jumping on a train at 7.00 to go to Advertising Job (doing Research Job on the train as well, of course). Arrived at Advertising Job at nine, had a meeting, spent the morning working in a manner that can only be called desperate and drastic; left at a run at 1.30 to get to my train by 2.30. Worked Research Job on the train again; arrived on the coast at 4.00, rushed in to a meeting about sexual health education in schools, flew from that into a meeting with West Sussex Youth Cabinet, who are fantastic. At 9.00, once that was over and I'd cleared up the debris, I headed into the bowels of County Hall to continue working, being very impressed by the movement-sensitive lights which popped into life when I walked down every corridor. Arrived home at 11.30 after a pretty long day, checked my email, collapsed into bed and got up again this morning ready for another crazy day.

Luckily, the really crazy days don't happen every day - not even every weekday - so there is time to recuperate slightly in between all the running and jumping and meeting and email-checking.

What a fantastic week so far; and it's only just begun.