Work has been difficult today as I’ve got a really bad headache. Fortunately, it’s not been silly busy but every time I pick up the phone my head booms.
P is taking some time off work to get me some ibuprofen although he may not be here for another hour or so. Daz is also feeling really crap today, I wonder if it’s something to do with the weather.
Someone in the building owns a silver New Beetle. It’s parked out on the forecourt. When I find the jammy sod who owns it, I’ll mug him and nick the keys ;-). Most of the time I forget what beautiful cars they are and so I cope, but every time I see one I get really depressed. So it’s parked outside my bloody window.
P just turned up with the ibuprofen. I gobble one down and hope it will make me feel better, but at present all I can feel is it stuck in my throat.
Roll on 6pm.
10 more minutes to go, only 10 more minutes to go. Whoopee!