Disk date looms, as does my holiday. I am not going to use this diary as an opportunity to justify abandoning the team at the last minute. Because that's what I did.

But the best thing of all was: after a couple of weeks of almost complete relaxation, clouded only occasionally by haunting thoughts, over early morning cups of tea watching the mists rise over the Catalan vinescape, of everything going wrong at the last minute. And I get back to the office to find everyone in a residual state of high tension, when it is clear that the job is, in fact, done. And dusted.