Living on the edge

Not a long post this, because while my teeny tiny computer is cute and silent, typing is not fun. I mean, look at the proportions! And I´ve still got quite small hands.
















Right. Work is done, it really has been the week from hell with politics and the excel spreadsheet from hell and backache and trains and dude! Check out this not completely insignificant bruise:














It started showing minutes after impact, slightly swelled, a vivid turquoise blue colour with great colour variations - supposedly because of the soft tissue and veins underneath.
Cause? Train chaos #4 this week, me actually walking to the new trainset despite the train stewardess´ warning to hurry if you want to catch the train (smart lady that, not like chaos doesn´t arise anyway). Some guy took her seriously and ran as if death was on his tails, laptop bag swinging wildly. Que ouch.
Commuting is a dangerous business!! I actually had an even more impressive bruise last week the size of my fist from a bus incident but well, that was on my ass.
This ain´t that kinda blog folks!

Right. This keyboard is driving me mad! I´m gonna take my exhausted self to bed now, house all cleaned (on a Friday evening), I´ve got till noon tomorrow to chill and get ready and pack all the unscented coconut fat and coconut smelling hair products and biscuits and floss and whatnot.

Toodles.