Urk. I feel ill. Actually, I feel hungover, which is hardly reasonable, as I have, in that case, been hungover since Sunday morning. It might just be that I’m tired, but that thought does not make me feel any better.
I want to go outside. It’s nice and rainy and windy out, and I could do with some rough weather. In fact, I think I’ll go home.
Discussing the Prime Minister’s promise to abolish bullying, my two team-mates first suggested one of them should contact him and complain about being bullied by the other, but then decided it would be much more interesting to show up together and ask what to do about their bullying of each other. I’d feel sorry for him if I could.
Oh, and via Vaughan, something truly terrible.
Voice in my head: Shania Twain – Whatever you do! Don’t! (which is a stupid title)