Mmmmmm, I'm beginning to wonder if the Gods have decided I need a high level of stress to function.Seems I resolve one thing and another pops it's head over the parapet.Having survived the break up of my marriage ( still new and strange but okay-ish), running my department on virtually no staff and a manager who doesn't understand the question let alone the answer,health problems that just seem to keep on 'giving',my son getting himself into very hot water and now evicted and the dubious 'joys' of Christmas, I'm about ready to scream/hibernate/run away to join a circus/all of the above.

High on my wish list this year is that things would calm down just long enough to let me catch my breath.