What was that other thing you said?

Work work work. A week of best laid plans collapsing, unraveling, going belly-up and kaput. This is the part of the job I like least – the management part. However I have to ask if this chaos is my way of making myself pay for being cosseted, stuffed plump and made happy last week. I seem to suffer from a previously unknown malady: episcopal guilt.

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