New theory about my ghastly headaches... I think they are fuelled by chocolate. With it being Easter I have rather overdone the brown stuff recently. My head still hurts but a bit less today. These vile headaches only ever last for three days so this should be the final bit then I can move again rather than carefully sit in the same position holding my brain in place all day long which I can assure you is absolutely no fun at all. Maybe it will shift by this afternoon because I am getting mighty bored with this. "Come to a lovely party". Oh how kind, I would love to but sadly I have to put my head in a vice today.
Oh, an email has come flooding in from BT people. So it looks like I am working for them .... But not yet. Oh, we are all going to Lewisham.... Lewisham? Where's that? It sounds the sort of place where people get shot. I will tidy my underpants drawer before I go there. I want to know I am leaving my affairs in order before I undertake such a dangerous mission.
Mr Smith has decreed I am to tidy my desk. Oh God. This is a good day's work. There has been a slight attitude of "Where shall we put this? Ah the desk looks a good place." The result is a Kilamanjaro arrangement of stationery, socks, bills, receipts, bank statements, letters of great importance, paint pots, plants, broken things and hairbrushes. That knicker drawer is going to have to wait.
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