This evening I have a mild case of the shakes.
A minor anxiety attack.
I left my iPod on my desk and can’t get back in to work to get it; the entrance locks at 19.00 and I left the building at 19.05.
The drive through Swindon is very different at this time of night compared to my usual drive-time.
The night-time motorists don’t know how to negotiate roundabouts properly, lack all semblance of lane discipline, are unfocussed, less predictable and therefore dangerous.
But it’s a straightforward drive home – although I’m slightly irritated by Annie Mac on Radio 1 as she successfully switches to Bimbo Mode with full afterburners on.
Precisely one hour after leaving the office I walk in through the front door.
Currently watching Bionic Woman on ITV2 – it has the same production values as Battlestar Galactica (the newer version, not the original), right down to even ‘feeling’ the same and is therefore…
Unimpressively dull.
Still, Soph’ll be home soon.
Yay!
B.