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October 12, 2001 

Imagine this. It's your birthday. You've just come back from a long weekend. Some guys turn up on site 'just for a visit'. The visit turns into an audit. It goes passably well, you think. You go out for dinner and your boyfriend proposes.

Next day... A two page long email arrives at your desk with a huge list of problems. All kind of brown stuff hits the fan. And all you want to do is stand in the middle of the site and scream, loudly, "But I just got engaged. You can't do this to me". This was me, yesterday. In the midst of all the lovely messages and phone calls (thanks, by the way!) I was in trouble.

It hasn't got any better today. More emails are flying. My abilities are being questioned. Whether I should be here is being questioned. And I'm struggling to keep up with it. I'm not quite sure how it happened. So if I'm occasionally not as excited as I should be, I'm sorry. I'm just about keeping my head above water and my mind on an even keel. But it's hard work. Very hard work indeed.