Back at work - same old, same old. Happily entrenched back in my rut. Well, maybe not so happy, but there's a nice familiarity about work:

• alternating between freezing and boiling as I sit under the airconditioner in my windowless brick box.
• having the lovely coffee chickies at Michel's greet me with "the usual, love?" as I ponder the amount of money they must spend on hairspray to get their hair to stay so big all day. Y'know - all that steam and all. It must be hell on the 'do'.
• the extreme anticipation mounting as something culinary other than a charcoal chicken shop opens in Jannali... Oh! the possibilities!

And Dom came back today too, and right on cue Blondie's there with her 'the whole world's one entire conspiracy theory' schtick. With a strange 'yay! Bronwyn!' throwaway at the end.

Change - It's for mugs I reckon...