At work yesterday, we started with me rolling myself well back from my desk, then turning my back on it, then looking at the ceiling while mouthing some of the foulest words I know.

Later in the day I was surrounded by a mysterious excitement. It just made me frown, and that was the correct reaction. Reception came down in person, with astonishing and exciting news. There was a *man*, with an *umbrella*, to see me. At that point, a room full of chicks will go nuts with questions.

Reception ushered me out, and hid in the kitchen while I went to find the man.

There was indeed a man, and he had an umbrella. After a heightened frown I started with "You're not here to see me, are you?". No. No he wasn't. So I went to the kitchen and suggested that this was reception gone a bit wrong.

Late in the day was hospital. I would like to say, on the record, that the hospital in question has reached something of an ebb in service. The nurse was good.... but she was there by herself, after clocking off, because the senior nurse just fucked off. A single nurse can't keep up with all the 'drip finished' alarms at once. My alarm was turned off and a spent drip left in my arm - I suspect that is why I now have a painful lump.

Just to make her day, I signed out ahead of the safety hour. The schedule is that I should finish at 6. 6.15 was about when I left, because 6.45 would have left no time to eat.

When I got home, Mouse had jammed a dead mouse under the bathroom door. That explained why she wanted so bad to get in there. I've agreed that it would also be why she sat by the door yowling for Dad.