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Back into the office in Inverness this morning, dodging a convoy of those big cement trucks as the reconstruction work resumes after the festive break. There was a half dozen Christmas cards waiting on my desk , a few from people I had assumed were shunning me. Still, there's something a bit depressing about Christmas cards in January. I feel the same way about the unlit decorations that hang around shopping centres until early spring.
Joanne, my PA, gave me my travel papers for the week ahead. This involves the usual run to Glasgow, back via Aberdeen and then a Sunday night run back to Glasgow. I double-checked my lottery numbers against the latest draw and resigned myself to the task in hand.
I was cheered by the stack of e-mails praising the various programmes we put out over the past two weeks. Stanley Baxter's stores was a big hit, but so too was Edi Stark's interview with Annie Lennox. At a time when so many people sit glued to the telly, it's heartening to know that our special festive programmes are appreciated.
A few complaints too, of course, but I like to think of those as constructive criticism. Especially if you take out the sweary words.
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