Eurodan in English

Goodness me! Advent already. Who stepped on the accelerator pedal?

In less than three weeks I'll have finished work for Christmas, and I'm sure I'll be ready for it. There's also a spate of birthday parties coming up (aside from the big JC) alongside the usual crop of Christmas bashes. Bart's birthday is next week, and then fellow ex-Bradfordian Alison turns 30 shortly afterwards. Then the English booth have their annual celebration, and to top it all, a small group of fellow insertees are planning a bit of an Xmas travel-fest, seemingly trying to sample the festivals in just about every Nordic city of any size.

This would all be exhausting enough (think of the clothes needed - you try finding a party outfit that still looks good over thermal underwear), but there *is* also the little matter of work. And bloody terrifying it (still) is at times.

At the end of this 100 day period, aside from the question of whether the Commission will have me, I'm increasing coming to realise that I'll have to be sure in my own mind that I can handle the stress. It's a bit like surfing I suppose (not that I've ever done it). Most of the time it's enormous fun and extremely exciting, but then every now and then it gets rather too exciting - when the subject and/or the speaker wave the meaning of what they want to say in front of you but don't quite let you grasp it and present it to your audience.

Anyway, they all say it gets easier. After a couple of years...