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My last day as acting editor, officially. Dylan starts tomorrow as our new Editor. He’s arriving at a good time. We should be reading the last few pages of the current issue tomorrow so he’ll be starting on a clean fresh magazine from Wednesday.

I’m happy with the two issues I’ve headed up, and it’s been fun having the front-of-book column, but I’m not too sad to be stepping back down to the Dep Ed position. It gets me out of signing off the invoices for one thing, and with an extra person on the team it should lighten the workload.

Clearing out some more crates before lunch, we came across a jar of particularly vicious coffee called Rocket Fuel. The directions on the side said you should add ‘as many teaspoonfuls as you feel you can take’ into a cup of water and then moved into a health warning. ‘Whilst enjoying its full, rich and rounded flavour, be aware that Rocket Fuel is seriously stimulating and strong. It is therefore not advisable for those of a nervous disposition, with high blood pressure or in serious need of a good night’s sleep.’

We made a couple of cups, but it wasn’t good. It might have been better with milk, but without a fridge we didn’t have any so they ended up in the potted plant by my desk, which started to smell quite bad twenty minutes later.

I read my contract for the Dorling Kindersley book on the train home. They’ve axed it, but they’re still going to pay, and to do that they need copyright on the material. It seems OK, but it’s full of very helpful clauses like ‘references to Clauses, the Appendix and parties in this Agreement are references to clauses of and the Appendix and the parties to this Agreement.’

Hmmm…

I didn’t fancy the gym, but forced myself. Every minute seemed to tick by very slowly tonight. On the way home I went to Tesco. I had six items in my basket and the woman at the till looked me up and down and asked if I would be OK packing or if I needed assistance. I know I’d just finished at the gym, but I don’t think I looked that incapable.

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