I'm beginning to understand how psychological warfare works. Of course, rationally, I know it's not about me. But when you've had that thing whirring its noisy engines/rotor above your desk for seven hours, you really do start to get delusional. I went out for a cigarette, and it just hovered, above the pub opposite. I started yelling at it: I'm only having a cigarette! One colleague has mentioned surface-to-air missiles, another Vietnam, it's driving us all mad. I'm sure it will be making noises in my head when I get home.
Tomorrow will be fun...
