March 7, 2008
Friday evening perched on the spare bed with a tall glass of Strongbow Cirrus over ice, looking out at the street below. The central heating wafts up from beneath the window while the fridge groans periodically in the kitchen. A police car, blue lights flashing, speeds down Warwick Way, its siren temporarily disturbing the otherwise mellow mood. I’m feeling pleasantly satisfied with a report I’ve just completed and now I can look forward to a weekend with one less work-related task to worry about. I enjoy quiet moments like this, bathing in the ambient sounds of time passing slowly by.