Muesli And Banana

After a merry weekend spent intermittently vomiting, I got myself up on time and all the way into work on the train without puking on anyone's shoes. No, I reserved that party trick for the floor manager's morning pep talk, when I let out a low groan, buckled at the knees and spewed muesli and banana all over ladies' separates. So I've been sent home in a taxi, not because they care about me but they care about not voiding their employee insurance cover. In fact, after crawling into bed fully clothed and having a little sleep, I feel much better now.

Can't decide whether to spend the rest of the afternoon sending increasingly hysterical texts trying to find out ahead of transmission whether any of my jokes have made it to the final cut of tomorrow's show. Or I might just lie on the sofa and watch Murder She Wrote. Heck, why not do both!