Playground mentality

Last night I tripped over. Totallly my own fault, and the wisdom I can pass on to you is never try to walk, eat bagels, stash your car keys and cross the road in the dark simultaneously.

I fell flat on my face. Luckily, I think the bagel protected me from any cosmetic damage, but I do have a big exciting graze on my knee.

I haven't had a scab on my knee for 25 years. You know those scuffy grazes that you used to get all the time when you were a kid? Well I have one of those. All I need now is a Mr Bump plaster to fully regress me to primary school.

Today is turning into a bit of a sh*tter at work :(( I just got a sticky mess dumped on me, and I have to give a presentation.

I am looking forward to the weekend, though. Just keep limping...

*w00t*

I found my "Orkney Museum" purse. Thought that was lost forever. Hate to lose things, and that is particularly precious to me.

I've noticed that doing presentations really tires me out, and that if there's stuff I want to do in the evening, I really shouldn't turn my computer on. There's no real point, just thought I'd note those facts.