Just one of those days...

I'm sure you know the sort. I knew it was going to be bad when I woke up feeling not quite right. If I had the choice I would have stayed in bed, pulled the covers over my head and hidden. But that wasn't an option.

I was late for work. My underwear spent the day attacking me. I felt like my brain was wading through treacle. I kept dropping things. I'm sure half the time I was talking to people I was making no sense. I couldn't decide what to have for lunch so ended up with something forgettable followed by (in one of two high points to the day) a Jazz Apple Cafe cupcake and coffee. Which momentarily cheered me up.

And now I'm home and I think it's time to go back to bed in the hope that tomorrow will be much improved on today. At the very least I'll make sure to wear a different bra and knickers...