Time of My Life

Maybe it was the knitting … OK, maybe not. Trust me, its therapeutic effects are overrated. But on Monday morning I felt a lot calmer. Maybe this was just an adventure. Part of me was still bewildered, trying to work it out and if I thought too hard about it, I guess I could feel the panic rising again. But I clung on to the fact that everyone said I would be here just for a few weeks. So the other part of me was curious, excited almost. This was an adventure and I wanted to see what happened. After all, I thought, it could be a great story …

After such a stodgy Sunday I practically ran into the office. I was actually looking forward to work. I went into the reporters’ room expecting to be greeted by Gordon’s demands for tea. But he wasn’t there. Instead Billy was standing with the big diary in front of him, marking up the stories.