Well. It's that exact time of day, and the exact time of year, when the low setting sun angles from the building opposite, reflects through the broken venetian blinds, and lights me up like a Christmas Angel.
"Behold I bring you great news!" I turned and said to Erica, triumphantly. I probably ought to have provided some context, but I thought it was funny. I probably also ought to have thought it through...
"It's er... it's just that it's nearly the end of the day," I recovered, sheepishly. The sun must have been turning my ears even redder than they felt.
I guess the sheep were just as important to the Christmas story though; interesting how quickly I descended through the rafters, from seraphim to livestock. But again, not out of place with the Christmas message.
What am I going on about? It's still only September!
As you guessed, I'm back at work after my holiday, and so far, getting to grips with whatever it is I do between tea breaks.
"You were really cross about this before you left," someone said, regarding some UX design thing I'd complained about, and had forgotten about in Wales.
"Really?" I asked. "I don't remember that!"
"Oh yes! We were all quaking!" he went on, surprisingly able to laugh about it. Maybe I needed a holiday, more than I knew. I'm not usually that volcanic.
Well. Right now, I'm illuminated like a Renaissance cherub.
That's what a holiday'll do for you.
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