I shouldn’t have got out of bed today. I should have stayed tucked up, maybe got myself some toast, definitely kept the curtains shut and avoided all contact with the outside world. 

Instead, I got up. Then I poured coffee all over myself and had to make a fresh one. And then I was running late, despite getting up before the birds (how do I always manage that?!). I get in the car, switch the engine on, discover I’ve got hardly any petrol so have to stop off for that too….. And there’s my bad mood, right there. 

It stayed with me all day. It stayed while I moaned about the parked car in the market, it stayed while I whinged about the cold and it definitely hung about while I knocked half a cup of tea dregs into my handbag. 

So I wanted to take this opportunity to apologise to anyone who saw my slapped arse of a face (excuse the French). I’ve given myself a stern talking to, prescribed myself sleep and wine and endeavour to be my usual joyful (ha) self the next time we meet.

Happy Sunday! ❤️