Ooji booji coffee. Or cafe bombon.

Some days are bad days for no particular reason. In the grand scheme of days they are good days. But anxiety of awaiting shortlisting decision, lingering neck pain, chronic tiredness. Just a sense of foreboding most likely hormone fuelled. So this will pass and in actuality this was not a bad day. Following work we went to our place, ate tapas, drank sangria. Then home. Chat with friends. Cat cuddles and beautiful bed.