Blue sky thinking

I joined in with Jen's manic morning routine, rushing into the shower, wolfing tea and toast standing up in the kitchen, putting on the suit and tie. I even made a big "I'm late, I'm late" pantomime of ironing my shirt in a last-minute frenzy.

And all the while I knew there was no way I'd be going to work today.

As soon as she'd left the flat, I phoned Steve (knowing I'd get his voicemail at that time in the morning) and left a suitably sorry-for-myself-sounding message: "wouldn't be in, still not feeling right, blah blah blah" and thinking that he probably wouldn't really give a toss one way or another.

I then headed down to the communal garden - which, today, was a sun-kissed bit of paradise. Perfectly quiet and ideal for a bit of reflection.

As an aid to reflection (or so I hoped) I'd also armed myself with the laptop and USB memory stick.

I was only praying I wouldn't need to get on the web, as I thought about all the extravagant claims that had been made for the wireless internet we had in the flat. Check your emails out in the sunshine? Aye, right.



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