Just so that you know it's not all sunshine and smiles in my world, this morning I've been working my way into a crabby mood. I took a 1/4 of a sleeping pill last night, still woke up at 5am but then went back to sleep until the alarm went off at 7. I must have been deeply asleep when the alarm went off, woke up feeling muzzy headed and out of sorts, and to be frank I haven't quite come good yet. Two coffees haven't yet done the trick. All this on a 1/4 of a pill, I mean if I ever developed a drug habit I would be sure to get value for money at least.
My boss is off to Italy from this weekend, and so of course there's a huge volume of work to get through and lots of last minute mayhem and histrionics to be had. To cap that off I've had to play 20 questions with two computer repair guys this morning. It took a closed office door and 10 minutes of flicking through the Tom Ford issue of Vanity Fair to bring my blood pressure back to human proportions. I've never snapped "Just fucking fix it" to a workman (and probably never will) but the sentence did cross my mind this morning.
Morgan, see there's a dark side.