Thursday 25 September: In which I find I need no longer fear the sack - for now

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Things are starting to work again. Dave, still attached to the drip, has not left his screen for 48 hours. The immediate threat to the continuity of my employment status has receded. However, I am left with a nagging anxiety. I mean, sooner or later Dave will have to take some time off. A liver transplant is not exactly an outpatient job, surely.