Thursday Night Choppiness

Ran away early from work with one of my heads, which was a shame as I had a paper-mountain to climb and conquer. It was difficult hearing, 'You're white', 'You're grey and you look awful', 'Your eyeballs are swollen', while trying to look and act normally. My headaches are such that I like to visualise an apple-corer gouging out the bad bit, usually behind my right eye. Nice.

Before I left, another irresistable scene from the window had me tanking down to the beach and taking in the pinks and blues.

And amazingly enough I felt a lot better very quickly.