Standing

It's been a strange kind of a day. I've been kind of house-bound with what is laughingly referred to as "an upset stomach". Any further elaboration would probably be over-sharing!

I ventured across the road earl this evening to buy a lottery ticket and quite enjoyed the drizzle on my face. The shop staff, while pleasant enough, aren't really the sort for a chat soit was wonderful to get a couple of unexpected phone calls from my Pretty Lady. She's very good to think of me when her lad is poorly and she's not well herself.

I guess that both she and I are starting to show the strain of the whole "Q4 thing" at work. For an online retailer the build-up to Christmas is a very busy period (next week is what we'd call "peak week") and I think the cracks are starting to show. Any kind of bug that's floating around settles on one and althought it';s possible to hold it at bay during the week by sheer will-power, the slight relaxation at the weekend lets it take hold. I have no doubts that we'll both be in work on Monday morning, though. I'll be hoping for good news following the interview I had on Friday. It (well - they, as there were 3 of them) seemed to go well. So much so that I won't even be disappointed if I don't get the post. After such a good interview, if they give the job to someone else then they're the right person for the job!

I've spent most of the day with the radio on in the background, reading The Stand by Stephen King. While it's probably my favourite story by King, there's something slightly unsetling about reading an apocalyptic tale with no-one else around. It makes for a rather sombre and morose state of mind, which I attempt to close now by going to sleep. Or trying to do so.