(That is to say, accept it but maintain a degree of scepticism about its truth.)
It may be the masochist in me but I loved yesterday. Impossible deadlines. Colleagues in meltdown. Me required to produce scintillating copy out of thin air.
I just have to mention that usually I buckle under this sort of pressure...
|By Victor de Schwanberg|
Question: Was it INHERENTLY so much good fun that I had no choice but to enjoy it a lot?
Was I actually on top of things (for a change) so that my brain managed to convert a potentially mind-blowing and stressful day into something enjoyable?
The jury's still out on that one.
Next question: What's the secret of being able to do that every day?
The answer? On a postcard, please, because I have absolutely no idea.
(Nice postcard. Shame I can't read the answer.)