So this would have been Tuesday . . . just another busy day at work, largely. Still trying to catch up from the previous three weeks. I think I was at work from about half past nine (it would have been earlier, only I was trying to attached some frigging mudguards, which ordinarily wouldn't be a problem, and certainly wasn't for the front one (no problems there), but the rear mudguard was seriously lacking some important bolts and lug-holes (?!), which apparently was my bicycle's fault - it should have had these bolts there already) until nearly six in the evening . . . which isn't that long, really . . . but it felt it.

Once again, I found myself drifting asleep in the evening, this time as M**** was explaining some god-awful physcho-therapy book (if you really must know - 'What Do You Say After You Say Hello?' by Eric Berne). This book was god-awful as (citing one example) the author took pains to explain the greatest type of smile (a Fijian one), but then, via a footnote, proclaimed something along the lines of 'Oddly, I've often seen this type of smile in brown haired women in their late twenties.' What?!

The image to the right? Oh, okay then. Well, this being November 11th and all, I thought I would present a lovely picture of a poppy. I think the woman's name is Poppy.