A well-deserved half-day holiday

Well, I have just sent off my last bit of work, having exhausted myself for the past 10 days and now intend to finally pay the Roman ruins in Carthage a visit before getting my flight back to Blighty this evening. A half-day holiday – woo-hoo!

I am trying to put out of my mind the fact that I will finally get into my bed at around 2am tomorrow morning and then have to get up at 8am to pick up my news editing shift.

Still, at least I'll be able to make myself an expresso and some grub and eat it in my own flat without having to worry about either a cleaning lady banging on the door, or an impending meeting or press conference or, or, or…

Shhhhhhhhh. And relax.