  Got up feeling bad this morning. I really didn't want to come to work (in fact I still wish I was at home with my pile of as yet unwatched DVDs) but I had to come in for a meeting and I don't take days off just because I feel like it. Anyway, my flatmate had a few things to do in town so I settled for going in to work a bit late, hoping that I would feel less despondent after a wander round. Amazingly it worked, I feel loads better. I don't want to make you feel sick but it's all because people in shops (and even the PO!!!! ) were helpful, and my flatmate is so patient and understanding with me even when I'm irrational, and difficult. Sometimes people are wonderful. 
