Tache...

I walked out of work feeling like I'd been run over by a bureaucracy train this afternoon.  A culmination of meetings all running into each other across lunchtime right up to 1630.

I was considering logging in to get a hop on it tomorrow but then I reckoned, sod it.  They organised the meetings in that way.  They can wait until it's all finished in the morning.

I don't know what this is that Ewan's been wearing over the last couple of days.  I think it came free with a magazine he got at the weekend, but he's been using it as a tache.