I don't feel in the pink at the moment. In fact I am in a really foul black mood. Tiredness, anxiety and mild depression and having been told to 'speed up' my work at my monthly appraisal, has brought out a side to me that I haven't experienced since being a teenager. Thank God that I have my blog in which to express my feelings otherwise I don't know where I would turn. Taking myself off for some retail therapy today I bought a small pot of scented roses. I hope that the delicate hue and pleasing scent will help to soothe my soul.
The sight of sticky, fondant covered doughnuts delighted my senses. I don't even like filled doughnuts and really shouldn't be eating such things with my problem teeth and gums but I bought them anyway. Once again, I was drawn in by the pink colour.
Something for the bedside table - The Ashes of London. Hopefully reading this before I slumber will take away my dreaming of work. London burning is preferable to dreaming of buttering and filling 240 rolls and baguettes each night.