Down In The Mouth
My first full day back in the office, but for a change I haven't spent the day answering e-mails. Over the Christmas break I was able to log on from time-to-time so I've already cleared most of the urgent queries. The rest is mostly spam, although I am trempted by that offer to consolidate all my small debts into one easy-to-lose-sleep-over monthly payment.
In the Inverness production office today I met Bruce McGregor, founding member of Blazin' Fiddles and the first presenter of our new Highland Cafe programme which takes to the airwaves this week. Friday, you see, is the ancient and traditional New Year's Day in this part of Scotland and is also the launch date for the Highland 2007 year of culture.
It should be fun and, had I not been moving house again, I'd have been joining the throng at the big street party in the evening.
I feel I've been cheated of this year's fesitivities. A stomach bug gave way to a bad cold and has now given way to a nagging toothace. Try finding a dentist in Inverness, if you please. My first offer of an emergency appointment this morning was "next Monday afternoon". I bashed the phones for an hour before I could persuade someone to take me on their books.
So that's what I'm doing for fun tomorrow morning.
