We're getting ready for a few days away. Well, I say 'we'. Essentially it means everyone else carries on as normal and I go slowly mad trying to work out which train we need to catch and the best route from the hotel to our preferred attraction and back.
It also means I'm trying to wrap up all my 'work stuff' and let people know I'm not around for a bit. In the main, this isn't too difficult - after all, everybody's entitled to a holiday, right? "Ooh lovely, where are you going?" and "Have a great time" sum up the majority of responses.
The problem comes when you're trying to service a new client, or convince a prospective one that you're worth waiting for. It's amazing how I backtrack in those situations - the way my spine disappears, even after I've promised the family faithfully that this will be 'us time', never ceases to amaze me.
Suddenly, the time you swore you'd spend relaxing on an evening boat ride gives way to a phone call that might, just might, land you a six-month contract that will keep the children in Nutella until Christmas.
I've tried, really. And succeeded, to a point. I delivered the line "I'm afraid I'm away on holiday for a fortnight from tomorrow, so I won't be able to schedule a meeting before the 19th" with no problem whatsoever. Media Dad nodded his head in approval and all was well.
Such a shame, then, that I let myself down by continuing: "But I'll be picking up my emails on a daily basis, and I'll have my mobile with me if you'd like to talk the proposal through, just give me a call any time."
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