The big freelance contract that I was worried would slip through my fingers with all the job dithering has turned out well. They rang this morning to say they want me to continue consulting and if I have to stop when the other job kicks off then so be it. Otherwise I will continue to consult for them. Genius. Until it was resolved this morning, I hadn’t realised just how much it was worrying me.
And, most importantly, the babydog is on the road to recovery, and apparently wriggling about in ecstasy in London.