Flurry
I meant to go out at lunchtime today and take pictures of all the gorgeous flowers that are out at the moment, so I can post them here, and make this blog look pretty.
Unfortunately, because my morning, and much of my afternoon has been spent knee deep in linked excel spreadsheets and numbers that defy gravity, I went out and bought a copy of Heat instead and read it in the garden with some leftover stir fry and a bar of chocolate.
I have spent most of the day with my shoulders up round my ears, muttering “mfff, if there’s 13, then that’s 14,905 divided by 13, which is mmmmm, hmmm, ok, times that by 3 and add it to…”, at which point someone will come in and say “Rachie, have you got the phone number for [someone I have never heard of, and will kill if I ever now meet]“. The fragile pile of post-it notes in my head then disintegrates like a pile of leaves that has been pounced on by a small kitten, and I have to start all over again. I don’t know what the rule is about swearing in the office, but I think I have probably broken it.
So I’ll try and do flowers tomorrow. In the meantime, my brain needs a bit of love, so I’m going to the cinema. And for a beer.