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No sooner have you been celebrating the start of the bank holiday weekend with a Friday night drink in the John Snow than you’re back at your desk on a Tuesday morning wondering where the last three days went.

Bah!

Even worse, it seems that while us Brits were enjoying a sneaky day of holiday that doesn’t come out of our allowance the rest of the world was at work, and at least half of it was sending emails to my inbox, which was a sea of unread messages by this morning. Fortunately, after clearing out the usual quantity of post-weekend porn spam it was down to a manageable size and I could get on with other things.

I am sure three day weekends do far more good for a company’s productivity than pay rises or staff incentives could ever do. I raced through editing enough copy for a dozen or so pages in three different sections today and never once got mixed up over which bit I should be doing next. It means I can spend tomorrow morning proofing (once the fresh batch of porn spam has been dealt with), and the afternoon working on my column - assuming no more work lands on my desk between now and then.

Started trying to memorise the first ten words from the German vocab book I’d bought last week on the train home this evening. I’m having difficulty remembering the middle of the word for grown-up.

Geburtstag means birthday.

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