I was going to write about yorkshire puddings today but I’m afraid it’s just not going to happen because yesterday was a rubbish and terrible day and it was all I could do to get through a day of work and then go home to bed.
So instead of talking you through how to make yorkshire puddings, I’m going to whine about how it all sucks, you’ve been warned….
1) I woke up at 3.30am and the resulting coughing fit led to me actually being sick.
2) My favourite (and yes, ok very old) work trousers finally gave up the ghost, when the zip jammed and I had to rip myself out of them.
3) Delays on the Piccadilly line meant that I had to wait 50 minutes, in the cold (0oC with a nasty windchill factor) for a train I could actually get on. It took about 3 hours for me to get warm again.
4) I sound like my tonsils belong to a toad, so croaky it’s painful to hear.
5) I got told by someone (not my boss thankfully) that my not being in on Friday afternoon because of a doctors appointment was letting the team down. Seriously, I can’t believe I even came into work but my fellow team member is on holiday and I thought I ought to try, it’s not like I want to be here coughing and croaky.
6) The earliest doctors appointment I could get was Friday. I’m not an emergency case, I just can’t speak and regularly have coughing fits, this would only make me an emergency case if I was under 10 or over 70. I love the NHS but sometimes…
7) A meeting to discuss a meeting. Yep, sometimes it really is bureaucracy gone mad (and they say the private sector is more effiecient than the public – ha!)
Ok so I’m going to end this rant with something that cheered me up. Ladies and gentlemen, this is my nephew doing incy wincy spider.
Nic Dempsey 