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Thanks for all the wishes about the new job - you’re very kind. Amid the texts, the facebook greetings and the messages here, I didn’t know where to tip my hat first, so thanks very much.

For reasons of national security, I can’t talk about my work here yet. Only joking - I’m just not saying much because there’s a whole blogging policy there and I work on a large team and I don’t want to go into it all bums glazing just yet.

But everyone is very kind, friendly and they smell really good. The pace is very very different from the other place, which I also can’t talk about because of another policy.

But this was never a blog about work. It’s sometimes about coincidences though. Like how I sit next to the guy who looks after blogs. That’s his remit. Blogs. For the whole company. Next to me. You having that? I plan this shit as much as I make it up, and you know that I do neither.

So you’re thinking: “New job/schmoo job - what does this mean for me, Jones?”

Since “(shrug) prolly nuttin” isn’t a very mature answer, I’ll say, with gravitas: ”It’s too early to tell.”

My situation has changed. I’m off the bus and back on the train, I’m working later hours but more flexible on terms I can largely decide, rather than be at the mercy of breaking news. But being on the train means I often don’t have space to sit down, which means these posts now are limited to writing on the tube - a journey that takes about fifteen minutes. Except I don’t have a laptop, because that stayed at my old job.

I tried out one of those tiny EE computers and it was amazing, but even if I got one, when would I write? I got home last night at 8pm, I hadn’t sat down on the way home, said my goodnights, returned a phone call, fixed myself dinner and made lunches and by the time I did sit down it was 10pm.

It’s not a difficult life. It’s what millions of other commuters do and we’re probably the lucky ones, but they don’t have two kids to update and a blog to feed.

Bear with me. I’ll figure something out.

I really do enjoy the job, though, really.

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