I found a patch of sunshine whilst waiting to cross the road on the way to work this morning. Desperate is not the word.
Office 1 Sunshine 0.
I never wanted to have an office job. So sometimes I look around me and think how on earth did I end up spending every day in one? I'm actually fairly happy in my job most of the time, but when the weather is as glorious as it has been this week, I confess to longing for some sort of outdoors-ie job or at least the ability to transplant my desk outside. Outside the sun shines against the gleaming blue sky, the breeze carries swirls of pink blossom petals, and the air is cool and crisp; quite possibly my favourite weather. Meanwhile I’m inside, in my office, developing RSI in my wrists, wading through 100+ page documents and looking longingly out of the window. Outwardly I am conducting my working life as normal, with my usual grace, style and poise (ahem). Inwardly I am thrashing around on the carpet in an irrational, blood curdling, screaming tantrum. Right over there next to the printer.
Bah. I plan to console myself with a snog* in Soho on my way home.
P.S I had lots to blog this week, and then suddenly it was Friday. Darn.
P.P.S My mister thanks you all for the Plane jumper love. I am planning his next modelling jaunt in said jumper. (See post below if you didnt catch it)
*Just in case you didn’t click the link I am not going to illegally solicit a snog from a stranger in
Soho, as much as I would love to spawn blog land rumours about conspiracy and illegitimate encounters and other gasp-worthy trickery. Nope. Snog is a frozen yogurt shop that I happened to be obsessed with. O.B.S.E.S.S.E.D.