8 January 2008

Pfeh. Two consecutive days at work and I'm exhausted! It felt so good to get home tonight. I'd left the breadmaker on the timer and so when I got home there was the lovely smell of warm tomato bread just about to finish its cycle...
Work is much less busy than last year, having a few year-end dilemmas but nothing that can't be sorted reasonably easily. It's crazy how work just takes over your life once it starts again, everything has to revolve around it, no matter how (un) important the actual job is.
Still, it pays the rent for a delicious-smelling flat to come home to.