Scribblings from the Mitchy Side

Today was a Monday in all particulars that make Mondays so foul.

There were far too many people ringing up and asking stupid questions at work.

I had far too little sleep - although admittedly that was entirely my fault, I got sidetracked.

I started work by being sick as a dog - yes, I made it to the loos in time. Why I was sick, I have no idea.

I felt like crap for about half an hour after then but then rallied so I could tackle the paper mountain in between the phone calls from idiots. ("So how many sessions is that then?" "What, 7 times 5? Generally 35...")

By mid-afternoon I was feeling distinctly blargh and bleh again but wasn't sick. Thankfully. Was sufficiently meh-like that I planned to go home early via a lift with FogHorn, who finishes earlier on a Monday. But as it happened, her hubby picked the kids up so we stayed until 5.30. Which at least meant more pences in the pay packet.

( Out, out, demons of stupidity! )

Anyway, since I've got home, I've had some food and some tea, without rejecting either, and I feel a bit better. But I think a very early night is called for, with a hot water bottle. I cannot be ill, can't afford it!