The end of the week

Today is Saturday, and it's early afternoon.

Last night was the office Christmas party, themed with cowboys and indians. Some of the people went all-out with the costumes - very impressive. In the next area of the restaurant was another party with an all-white theme. They must have felt a little strange as a stream of cowboys and indians kept wandering through to get to the bathrooms!

Woke up this morning with a raging cold - sore throat, bunged-up nose, etc. We went back into the office this morning to collect suitcases, etc that we'd left there before the party (I flew back from Bangkok yesterday afternoon). Stopped at Starbucks on the way for breakfast. And ended up sitting by a couple of ladies with two screaming brats. Why did they think that it's ok to let the kids yell, cry, and eventually scream? Then back home for lunch (fresh french bread and marmite!) and a spot of TV for the afternoon.

When you look at it that way, a very normal, slow Saturday. Maybe there will be more to tell later on?