Monday 3 November 1986

Back comes Mr Pessimistic. I noted that it seemed like we’ve hardly been way from college and it was straight back to work with no let up! What did I expect? Some sort of holiday camp?! I think that the 3 months that I had off over the summer had been poor training for the rest of my life. Yes work is a four letter word, and it’s the curse of the working classes, but did I really think that I had a choice? Still, it would all be worth it. Wouldn’t it?

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