A very successful start to the week. I was on time, I'd managed to pop my bonnet open and refill my water reservoir with properly diluted Screen-Wash so can finally see the Speed signs and other road-users, found some clean tights without ladders, and answered all my calls and post, leaving just 10 minutes after the car-park officially closed, and arriving only 25 minutes late for my next meeting (I'd already given my apologies so I could have just slunk home to my trusty sofa).

I learned my efforts at the Ball were not in vain; had it not been for the grand we raised, we'd now be in the red. I resisted nipping into the phone booth and twirling into my nylon knickers! I simply nodded and smiled enigmatically as Linda Carter would have done, knowing she'd saved the day would have been sufficient reward, as it was for I.

I had sort of intended to proffer my resignation as a counsellor tonight, having come to the realisation that I am human, I do get tired and need time to shower and sleep occasionally, I was still willing to fundraise. Instead I found myself offering to train as a Supervisor for newer counsellors. There is some method in my madness - I only ever have to take on 1 bereavement client at a time and get to know some of the new recruits much more quickly. I've sensibly reserved further consideration of the topic until the New Year.

I also absolved myself of any guilty feelings for not offering to stand freezing my extremeties off at a Christmas Fair selling chuffing second-hand Teddies to people who have nothing better to do on a Friday night than wander around the local market town eating Ostrich Burgers and peering at the same old stalls pushing the same old tired merchandise. I've done it for the last 3 years and I consider my dues well and truly paid up! Teddies of any kind and I do not mix well.

It's going to be a good week!