Having had such a great weekend and not coming back to work until Wednesday I am seriously lacking in motivation. Whilst I was away I was in my own little bubble, if I didn't want to talk to anybody I didn't have to, but I return to a pile of post, a stack of messages, e-mails, staff wanting leadership and the phone ringing. I suppose that's why I get paid as much as I do, for the responsibility - but sometimes I look back on those years as a £19 a week trainee with a strange sort of nostalgia.

I don't know whether it's the weather or the break that has left me drifting in a sea of mental indifference. I've only got two weeks until the biggest audit of the year and then two more weeks until a fortnight in Brittany so it's not like I can't see the end of the tunnel. Found out yesterday that we've got some accounts wrong because some whizzy tax scheme was instigated last year but somebody forgot to tell us! Still, nobody has died so that puts it into some sort of perspective.

You know those lines in Stairway to Heaven, "There's a feeling I get, when I look to the west and my spirit is crying for leaving,"?

Well from my desk I can see St.Catherine's Hill, a well known local landmark, which is about eight miles as the unladen African Swallow flies and St.Catherine's is about two hundred yards from my house.