In association with the Olympics, I have realised that my job-searching has become almost like a relay race. CV rolled in hand, acting as baton, I sprint/walk very quickly between as many job agencies in Andover, avoiding wind, rain, broken brolly, mascara smudges and squelching shoes. Today, Winchester will find me more prepared. I will be armed with bottled water,  mirror compact, and a non-primarni umbrella.

Total dad-joke, but I desperately hope I win gold very soon…

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