There are many elements of my life that are a balancing act. My day job and my doctorate are two of them.
Given my role I’m in a continual political position which sometimes I have to control with every fibre of my being to maintain tact and public professionalism whilst I scream internally and swear profusely in my mind.
Today, one impacted heavily on the other and I honestly don’t know how long I can remain upright on shifting sands.
So a need a moment to vent, another to hug my dog, and a further few more to work out how I’m going to assemble an impossible structure from the rumble I’m left with.
Today I’m less Phillipe Petit, more Bob the Builder. Because yes I can. Just give me a minute first.