I am Rael... MAGIC IN THE AIR

So, the sore throat wasn't from singing. Feeling rather flu-ey today. Bleeech. One of my friends commented yesterday that we do one of the few jobs where you expect that you will go to work even when you're sick. It's obviously not really appropriate that we do either, given we work with people who are already sick and don't need extra germs... but, if we didn't work, some other poor bugger* would get called in to work for us.... and that just doesn't seem right...

Morning in at work. Left just before lunch. Lots of phone calls fielded since then, but haven't had to go back in yet. Touch wood.

Spent an hour or so in the city this afternoon. Just planned to have a wander, but ended up having a bit of a shopping spree**. New jeans, couple of tops, a blue-grey dress that I'll wear to B+L's wedding and the new Ian McEwan book.

Now at home, curled up in bed, listening to the drones of the airforce planes flying overhead as part of the grand prix entertainment***, about to start the book, may have a nap... unless the pager goes off, that is.

Haven't posted a graffiti shot in a while. Really like this one.

*Who's probably just worked twelve days straight and is exhausted themselves...
**J,S,L,B,C - consider yourselfves informed of said purchases.
***Can't see them, but they're really freakin' loud.