It's 2.50 - I have to stop and go back to work, with the last 3 - and
most difficult - passages left undone, and all the proof reading to go.
It's not fatal.
Seriously - we always had 16 hours grace built into the schedule, which
I will now have to use.
I'll just have to forgo the pleasure of going to bed at 6pm, pay the
premium rate for the courier, and hope that their are no delays between
here and Ireland tomorrow.
I am going to have a drink. And chocolate. And not look at this for at
least another 3 hours.
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