Monday – alarm goes off at 6.30am. I ignore it, snuggling into the duvet and congratulating myself on an extra day's holiday.
Rudely awakened 20 minutes later by husband who suggests that as I am on holiday I can feed the poultry, walk the dogs and check the pony has enough hay.
I grumble out into the cold to find the dogs want to stay in their kennels (smart animals), the pony has disappeared and the catch on the poultry shed is frozen. Cut my fingers on the catch as I struggle to release it. Should have gone to work.
Tuesday – colder than yesterday, train is late and I have forgotten my gloves. Brighten up a little when I discover that my email inbox is not as bad as feared and God bless Angie, my wonderful PA.
No meetings scheduled, so settle down to Green Paper day. Get thoroughly confused by varying interpretations of transitional arrangements to the brave new world. Brain cells still seem to be on holiday. Either that or they drowned in all the Christmas alcohol.
Realise with alarm that I have three Green Paper presentations next week and I have not started to draft any of them yet. Alarm turns to panic when I remember I have to work without the benefit of caffeine (damn those new year resolutions).
Ever faithful Angie brings me mineral water but it isn't the same. Train late again on the return journey. Should have stayed at home.
Wednesday – start the day determined to be positive. Brain cells appear to be returning, so perhaps the alcohol has only rotted my liver. Very productive meeting on subject of technical information. What sort of technical information do IFAs want? How do they want to receive it?
We are planning research on this and it is turning into a fascinating project. Note to any IFA readers out there that if you have views on this, please let me know. Spend the rest of the day finalising my presentations and doing yet more on the Green Paper.
Thursday – this is my keep free from meetings day. Abs-olutely sacrosanct and not to be interfered with. So I have only two meetings.
First department meeting of the year goes over the Green Paper (what else?) and lets us all get up to speed with plans for IFA communication.
Two factsheets completed, another eight being drafted, three Ritchie papers in the pipeline and looking ahead to roadshows. No rest for the wicked.
Number-one twin phones to say she has got a new part-time job doing call centre work for a big bank helping customers with internet banking enquiries – which fits her university timetable perfectly. I have seen her with her own PC – God help the customers is all I can say. Despite the fact that the new job pays much more than her old job, she is deaf to my suggestion of reducing her allowance.
Wonder sadly where I went wrong with my children. Ret-urn home to announcement from number-two twin that she is seriously considering journalism when she graduates.
Friday – decide a change of topic would be good for today but start with a meeting about the Green Paper instead. Now that we are really starting to get to grips with it, we have a huge task to identify different portions of work and seek views from across the company. Oh how this brings back fond memories of the Stakeholder Green Paper.
End the week putting lastminute touches to my presentations and checking my travel arrangements for next week. St Albans, Plymouth and London – who says financial services is not glamorous?
Stagger off home, train is late (again). Someone else can check the pony has hay. A glass (or two) of Rioja beckons. I may have given up caffeine but a girl needs something to get her to the end of a Green Paper week.
Margaret Craig is manager (pensions development) at Scottish Equitable