M is for...

I think my manager and I wasted almost all of our day on a fruitless intense task that neither of us knew not to bother with. Bah. I have no idea how much extra time I worked today.

Little M came visiting while I stood outside trying to fill my lungs with fresh air, and she settled on the settee while I ate leftovers for tea.

After sorting my hair yesterday afternoon and wearing one of my favourite tops, I was almost a contender for mono Monday too.