A good day to go
Today was a good day to leave the office. Tomorrow is the start of a three day tube strike that would make it easy to get into work, but hell to get home.
Leaving the office for a fortnight has got me weeks ahead with my work. It will get me away from a keyboard for a full fourteen days. It will stop me looking at a screen, other than the display on my camera, for a fortnight. It will break the daily monotony of riding on cramped and airless trains.
It will be my first break since Christmas.
It seems when you are going to Iceland everyone has a tale to tell. Clive went there by accident once. I never did quite work out why. Lars stopped there for refuelling when flying from Sweden to Orlando. The landing gear on the plane froze and the pilot had to bang it down on the runway to smash the ice before zipping straight back up again for a second approach to land for real. Chris the Midnight Weatherman knew someone whose plane slammed down hard in the runway as the pilot fought not to send it careering off the apron in the bad weather.
Naturally I can hardly wait.
So today was spent tidying ends. Putting an autoresponder on my office email. Recording a greeting for my voicemail, deflecting calls from my number, popping into ITN to record twenty minutes of chat for this week’s programme.
It was strange to be in the studio at lunchtime, especially studio 1, when we normally do our pre-records in studio 2 and only the live show in 1. The time flew by even quicker than it does when we’re doing the real show, though, and before we knew it our time was up and we’d barely covered anything on the impromptu list of topics we’d drawn up.
Gordon said I had the look of a man who was going on holiday.
I think he meant I was smiling.
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