A scant few weeks ago I was on a remote beach in New Zealand dodging sand fleas and marvelling at the great big beauty of it. Today I woke up late, scrambled to get dressed (clean underwear shortage already?!), feed miscellaneous cranky dogs, grabbed a cheque that needed to be taken to the bank (late!), found my name tag and dashed cold and crampy off to race around a restaurant for 5 hours. I wonder how long I could keep doing the same thing before I started craving this switching nonsense? They say birth is the great humbler because you never learn to anticipate what it thrusts your way. I prefer to think of it as the great entertainer. . . . . and switch. So, I'm practicing on my holidays. . . . . and switch.