I started the day by writing a Christmas card to the aunt whose son was killed in Sept.. how do you wish someone a Merry Christmas after that?

Then I spent the WHOLE day at work (which is bad enough by itself) sorting through what amounts to a 7ft pile of papers looking for one piece of post; some of that pile dates back a year. Then I got stuck in a queue outside the tube station because the police commandeered a train to take football fans...... 45 mins in the cold. The bus didn't arrive for ages (others at the stop said they'd been there 40 mins and not seen a single bus) and so had about 35 seconds to scoff down dinner before being 30 mins late for choir practice, where they tell me that I can't take Limpit with me again because she's too disruptive!
On the way back home, my water bottle leaked so the passenger seat of the only working car is now soaked.... I've got a headache and I lost my eraser at work.

I still didn't find the piece of post I need.... got to go through another 6ft pile tomorrow.

My head feels like a Kerplunk game and someone is taking all the straws out!!

Do I at least get a hug?

LTS