Daise

Well, back to work today. I'm kinda looking forward to it: back to routine, back to a type of stress that I can control and can see an easy fix to any situation.

The last two weeks have been turbulent and and a highly tense bubble. One wrong move, wrong word or something taken out of context would've sent the fragile house of cards falling.

I managed to get through it, but not without a knot of anxiety now permanently placed in my stomach.

I know I upset...

well, I'm on the bus.

There's a certain type of bus that has seats made out of plastic, but only in the back of the top deck. This makes for an interesting commute when the bus is full, and the bus turns a corner (there's nothing to hold on to to stop your arse sliding around).

anyhoo, today's observations: there's a guy in front of me that sounds like he's got bronchitis. a lovely pleghmmy cough you have there, kind sir.

I'm pleasantly suprised this...

I was thinking of blogging about things I see on the bus each day.

Being in a city full of crazies, it's a given that there'll be a couple of good stories per week!

Thoughts?

I seem to have a knack for mehndi.

This was my first attempt (on me)



And my first attempt on someone else





And on my sister-in-law

...

On my lunch break, I go across the road from my work and saw this:




London is purdy, even when the weather's shite