9th March 2011. There is an eary silence in my office today. The window is slightly ajar and the the sound of advancing cars become loeder then gently fade as they dispear through into the Goscote estate; very hipnotic. Just me and James at the moment so not much conversation as he has his tasks and I have mine; by the way, blogging isn't one of them.
The sound of keys being bashed behind me by James indicates that he is inputting numbers of some sort. There is a rythmic typing followed by a sudden clout of the enter key, over and over agian; at least he is doing some work.
Anyway I had better put this to sleep for now or the government will be cutting my job let alone my pay.
By the way it is still strangley quiet, I can hear the wind gently howling over the roof of the building and see the trees swaying rapidly through my window, yet it still has a eery silent about it. Maybe i'm in for a win this week, the silence is talking to me.
Shhhhhhhh?
