It’s that 3-way-pull time again.
Today I spent mainly doing craft-y things with my little girl as if it were still properly the holidays, but it didn’t feel like it. With my wife back at work today, a training day for me tomorrow, a stack of work still awaiting, and the distraction of Owen Coyle’s apparently imminent departure from Burnley filling the sports news, I feel as though I’m in no-man’s-land.
I know that – as is the case after every holiday – I’ll miss my family like mad; but equally I know that the routine will soon erase that pang and, well, it’ll be OK.
(inertiapreneur 