tarragon

Well, after a fortnight in which I have:

* caught and recovered from bronchitis
* caught and recovered from a stomach infection
* spent much of the last 4 days an emotional train wreck due to a combination of hormones, bad memories and current emotional crap
* caught out a friend in a whopping lie after I offered to help them with what turned out to be largely fictional problems.
* had my bathroom flooded twice by the fuckwits upstairs.

I am kind of hoping that this year can only get better.

I could also do with a huge drink. Bateman, if we end up on the beers this weekend and you see me staring forlornly into my glass, you have my permission to kick me under the table. I refuse to be dragged under by all this shit. Even if I have to snog a complete stranger I am going to make it to the end of this week with a fucking smile on my face.

I am nothing if not a stubborn cow.