that was the day

I was woken at 2.45 am by the sound of Slinky retching. I put the light on and discovered he was projectile vomiting over the bedroom carpet. While Slinky has long despised this offensive inherited carpet and attempted to decorate it with paint footprints, vomiting was not a way to make it look better.

The day did not improve at work, when the whole team practically broke down crying because they feel so overworked. I found it very hard not to join in and managed to escape to my office afterwards where Ms Ginger Cake found me sobbing like a baby. I've made up my mind though, I'm asking for a transfer and I'm taking no prisoners. Grrr! My bad self is back.

Anyway, I was going to write today off as one of those days best not remembered, when I found some cheeriness from blogging. How can I feel bad when I am Minister of the Special Relationship and Nagl has sacrificed his beard for us?