Least favourite place

I've never understood what the "red square" (my name for it) in St. Gallen is all about. In summer it stinks of rubber. At night it's dingy with spooky corners. I suppose it's some town planner's idea of cool but it's my idea of meh.

Today was a very long work day followed by a meeting. That should probably make me all complainy but actually I enjoyed it. Much as I like (and am good at) the whole mummy and homemaker shit, I've always preferred the simplicity of going out to work and just being an adult.