Every three months I get my 'time of the quarter'. Right now I'm suffering appalling PDT (pre-deadline tension) and cannot say a civil word to anyone. The Curse got the brunt of it this evening after I came home to find he'd tucked into the last rashers of bacon that I was saving to make the smoked fish chowder with. You'd think he'd have learned by now - just apologise for everything, even if you're not really to blame, and you will be ok. Fail to apologise and you will have to suffer the tantrums and door slamming and expletives until you do.
So it's best if I just sign off now and go and read a few pages. Tomorrow should be back to normal service. I apologise for any inconvenience.
Stoke Newington, London
20 hours ago