Monday 9 April 2012: outerwear
My desk-group was almost completely full today, though the next block over was entirely empty. I didn't leave early enough to witness the potential niceness of a quiet morning rush-hour but left in time for a nice trundle back via the sea. When I got home at about sixish everyone was already in their pyjamas and dressing-gowns after a puke-related incident in Broxburn earlier in the day. The boy was reportedly fine immediately afterwards and went on to sleep the whole night through without a peep, which Nicky will probably attribute to the application of some infant Vicks to his chest.