Not a cloud in sight
Not in the sky anyway. Not for the little I saw of it.
Things were unfortunately radically different in the Mistake Factory.
Dark storm clouds had gathered from as early as Saturday evening. It's a good thing I do not check my work email at the weekend.
And the cold rain of corporate witch-hunt and blame storming bucketed down on me for most of the day.
My head is tired.
While the seagulls were happily flying in the blue blue sky, I hit a wall.
A solid granite wall.