I’m having one of my low days. Very low, in fact. I think it’s probably Philippa’s fault. She woke me up at 5.45am and went straight into a full-on panic about moving house again. I think she’d had a dream about being homeless and had convinced herself it was going to come true. So then she had to wake me up to make me feel bad about it as well.
Bloody women.
The rest of the day has continued in a similar vein. Other people’s incompetence at work left me with an afternoon of non-stop problem-solving and phone calls. I developed a horrible dull ache in my shoulder that I couldn’t seem to get rid of, and then the canteen had run out of lasagne by the time I went in for my tea break. That was just about the final straw.
So I’m going to sit down with a hot chocolate, watch some highlights of the Winter Olympics, and hope for better things tomorrow….
RC 10-2-14
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