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Boy, but doesn't the time just fly! August already (8th month without a cigarette)! The new footie season is almost upon us, and I predict Celtic will win the SPL and reach the semi-finals of the UEFA Cup. Apart from this, I wonder where the rest of the year has gone? Anyway, a bit of a mixed day today. The weather was uncertain and the car isn't taxed - so I was too scared to go anywhere in it (can't get the tax disk until the Post Office opens tomorrow morning). During the past month, Linda got some excellent news about her career. They asked her to apply for a post-graduate course, saying that, if she was successful they would pay all the fees, she would still get paid, and that her job would be kept open for her. She applied, along with several hundred others, and was told that she was the best candidate in the whole of the country. Then her bosses told her that they couldn't guarantee that they would be able to hold her job for her, and that she would have to take an £11,000 pay cut for the duration of the course. Now they tell her that they will keep her job open for her, but the pay-cut is not negotiable. Some deal! She has until tomorrow to decide what to do.