It has been dawning on me over the last few days that one of life’s banana skins has got under my feet and could well end my run of “good luck” on the work front quite soon. I don’t want to go into details about my weekend job for the time being for personal reasons but what I will say is that I was told it could go on until autumn but what I’m trying to do is finite.

So, myself and a colleague have a particular task that’s been set, which had been estimated to take until the autumn, but as things stand today, it looks as though after three weeks, we’ve achieved half of what we’ve been asked to do.

Yikes. Half after three weeks? It doesn’t take a mathematician to work out that if things carry on as they are, I’ll be back on the streets in another three weeks. Oh bum.

Is that a “double-edged sword” or a “curate’s egg”? I can’t remember which is which. Basically the better I do my job, the shorter time it’ll last. Clearly I could do my job less well and that might stretch it out for longer but that’s so against the grain of my work ethic. I couldn’t do that for all the tea in China or all the weekends working until autumn. This coming weekend, as I’ve done all the way through, I’ll give it my all and hope to be the fastest worker in the West Country.

I’ll take the fall on that banana skin that’s got under the metaphorical feet of my happiness if I have to, to keep my reputation riding high. That's even if I end up battered and bruised.