but I didn't inhale...

...thanks, dear husband. You've made me out to be some kind of junky loon! I would like to point out that drugs and Mrs McMuffin don't go together. However, I do confess to making a very few bad choices when I was much younger. That would be the CD of course.

So much for my resolution to embrace training. Today was pure torture. I developed itchy, scratchy, swelling eyes, and sneezed lots. I thought I was allergic to the training, but I suspect it was early arrival hayfever as there's tree pollen out already.

To make the day complete, Mr McMuffin is being a big baby about going out tonight. He's wailing that he doesn't want to because he's tired, it's too cold (we're not bloody walking!) and he wants to eat chicken. I would normally tell him to shut up and stay in, but he's really got to be there. I now feel responsible for forcing him to go-how on earth did that happen?