Rachel Miller sent me this in the post yesterday. It arrived at a particularly pertinent moment.
Yesterday morning had been dominated by a baby with an exceptional sneezing ability; the breaking of my front door key in the lock; a rather splendid but fraught visit to Waterbabies and the realisation (thank you Mr Locksmith) once I was in the house that I have 60 minutes before I had to leave to get to London.
I was not feeling like Wonder Woman. It’s a frequently used nickname. And flattering at that. But I am no different to many people I know, men and women. Trying as hard as I possibly can to do my very best. And mainly, I hope, pulling it off.
Nothing would be possible without the support of friends. Thank you Rachel for the confidence, friendship and support – and the biscuit. I am now off to chair the first Chartered Institute of Public Relations Council and Board meetings for 2015, channelling my inwardly digested Wonder Woman.