end of the day


It’s been an utter nightmare of a day at work – doing two people’s jobs in a roasting hot room. Hay fever’s killing me. Nobody to talk to.

8 hours of editing graphics and pasting text and I’m just about to snap.

Then a pretty lady gives me a big bottle of Malibu and says ‘happy birthday’. And I remember it’s Friday.

And it’s not that bad after all.