Tuesday afternoon - it must be our weekly senior management team, and the chance to bond together and share our difficulties with each other - not!
I found myself writing at the top of the agenda - not doodling, but writing instructions to myself!
"PAUSE, THEN BREATHE, THEN SPEAK"
The wicked witch of the east is mis-managing yet another project, and finding scapegoats by the truckload. As I sat there fuming and restraining myself, I realised that it really wasn't worth the self-inflicted stress. So I thought about breathing for a wee while, calmed down and turned back into my normal well-balanced, cool, witty, dashing and modest self (well, something like that!).
I think it was Oscar Wilde who refused to enter a battle of wits with an unarmed man - kind of sums up how I felt.
Anyway, having calmed down a bit I survived the rest of the meeting.
It was absolutely freezing when I stepped out of the office - and my coat was in the car about 150 yards away. But as I walked towards the car, I didn't notice the cold because I was distracted by the wonderful view of Arbroath Abbey. Puts things in perspective I think!