It rained and rained and rained and rained.
I spent the day in bed.
Craig & i sat on the new bench at the train station & I took this as the Wairarapa Express streamed by.
Leaving work late, the sky much darker than usual, the Cenotaph all lit up and the lights are on at the Beehive behind.
Half a week and a lot of rain later, the majority of the ANZAC flowers at the cenotaph remain.
Swine Flu makes me roll my eyes. All of a sudden there are "flu" warning posters in the elevators and multiple mini bottles of hand sanitiser in every bathroom.
I was working late, again, Craig came by to wait in the warmth until I was done. I asked him to hold my rings while I moisturised my hands and he was amused that they fit this far onto his pinky finger when they are kind of loose on my ring finger.
I spent the afternoon with my mother, we had lunch at Wagamama's and went to the Monet exhibition.
It was impressive but not as impressive as the Musée d'Orsay. Sigh. I miss Paris.
This horrifying picture is to indicate that I kept eyeshadow on for 13 hours!
My secret? mixing it with eyedrops before application, making a little paste on my hand and then applying it. Mainly under my eye because I was wearing glasses that day and my eyelid is less visible.