Sometimes my job consumes my working week to such an overwhelming extent - 18 hour working days for three days on the spin isn’t uncommon, and have done a 22 hour working day previously, although not gone round the clock, yet, that I can subsequently spend the whole Saturday on the sofa, save for pissing, shitting and getting up to collect a food orders from the front door. It’s as much for mental unwinding as physical. My job can be utterly intense, insane and reactive - although I wouldn’t have it any other way.