I never seem to have anything to say here anymore. There are several reasons for this.
The first is that my life currently consists of working, eating and sleeping. And not much else. Although I do sometimes find time to watch The Biggest Loser – its strangely addictive.
The second reason is that when sat at my desk, pretty much all I can think about is how hungry I am and what I am going to eat next and when I can reasonably do so. I have had to resort to a larger handbag (roughly 3 times the size of the old one) to bring all my supplies into work. And even then it is not enough. I have to scrounge, beg, borrow and steal.
But thankfully, it is the end of term today and I am very happy. Apart from a sad incident this morning. I smashed my mug. The one that sits on my desk that noone else is allowed to use. The one that I know is always clean. The one that smiles at me in a friendly way when i sit at a desk in the morning. The one that doesn’t complain when I now only fill it with water instead of tea. It took all my self control not to sob at its sudden departure.
So, in case you haven’t already started wonder – tired, hungry, emotional and not drinking tea… what on earth is going on in the world of wibblyfish?