Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Bad day. Bad, bad day.

Once again though, it's one of those days that I can't really talk about. But by the time I left work I was extremely frustrated, and alternating between wanting to cry and wanting to scream obscenities at the top of my voice. Since then, Pottercast and an Indian takeaway has helped soothe me.

But still:

1 comment:

Dogeared said...

It took me a second to work out why you'd posted that pic!

But that was the picture of me c. 17:02 tonight, when the bus driver pulled away. He'd seen me waiting for traffic to clear to cross the road. He'd seenme run up to the bus, and as I was 1 foot from the doors, he shut them and drove off, leaving me in the drizzle.

Next time I'm doing my usual trick of crossing anywhere on the road rather than walking to the crossing and then doubling back!

I have Maltesers, new PJs and a chick flick DVD though [up]