My friend Emma told me about some Scandinavian guy she met who was a kind of trendy lifestyle guru, a conflict resolution specialist I think it was (meaning, I think, conflict between people not nations) who said he worked a hundred days a year. This would be a boast. I thought about myself and worked it out. I work about 130 days a year. At a rate of, on average, about seven hours a day, that’s a about a thousand hours a year. How’s that! Probably makes me a life style guru too.
Of course, I have elsewhere in this blog noted that to me work is leisure and leisure is work, which would mean I’m working three hundred and sixty odd days minus a hundred and thirty. That’s two hundred and thirty odd. And the nurses think they have it bad!