Something, something for a week or two. Or four or so.
So that means only fielding questions from junior for quite some time. No phone calls or emails asking questions about stuff, stuff and more stuff.
I already fear how many emails there will be upon my return.
But hopefully a few weeks of tooling about in the National Library and going to the beach in Sydney and eating cake on Acland Street and things like that will make me forget all the other stuff. Not forget it forever, though, or I will become an 'inefficient use of Commonwealth resouces' after my return to work. That would be bad. I fear that nearly as much as I fear causing my Minister to mislead Parliament through a moment of inattention. That would be really, really bad. The only thing worse than that is the fear of missing out on the sausage rolls at divisional morning tea again. That would be really, really, really bad. I haven't had one for weeks.
The life of a public servant, very tough, I tells you, very tough indeed.