We interrupt our scheduled photographic programming for a moaning post
Here I am, running some training, answering to lots of queries and I am also supposed to do my normal job, as if I were at my desk in London.
Which I do. But then it never seems to be good enough.
Add to this, the frustration of being in a 'golden prison'. A colleague in London said "You'll love having a driver taking you to/from work". The reality is a bit different. Yes I'm driven to and from work but only when the head of the India office (who lives in the same apartment block) decides it's time to go. Which meant leaving the office at 8 pm last night.
When we got home, he asked me if I wanted to go out for a meal/beer. I just replied "No, thank you" thinking "you've already taken too much of my time".
Roll on Friday!
And now we shall continue to broadcast as normal.