Splodges

Some days I want to be left alone to get on with my work, albeit in the office where I can do so amongst the quiet humdrum. However I’m not sure this approach fits well with the concept of having a job.

The clouds are gathering and the humidity is rising, such as precedes an almighty storm. It started whilst I was swimming. The smell of fresh earth wafted over as big splodges of rain landed all over me. It was rather invigorating.

I spoke to my sister and niece in the evening. Georgia told me that I am ‘nice’ and she also said I am ‘like pasta’.