...for my Monday Moan.
Yes, I know it's Tuesday, but it feels like Monday. Besides I was enjoying myself yesterday.
I slept like a baby last night - waking up every half-hour or so screaming. Weird dreams in abundance despite not eating cheese or drinking bitter before bed. Woke up this morning sweating profusely and with a sharp pain in my thigh as if I have an ingrowing hair or something. Close inspection has not shown up any misdirected folicles and the pain is still there, though now it's more like a dull burning sensation. I'll have to see if a bath can cure it this evening.
It was really busy at the pub at lunchtime - I almost had to forego my usual second pint, because whenever anyone left a table free someone else would grab it immediately. I seem to remember having had this problem before. It must be a seasonal thing...
Just had a phone call from Mother asking to check Tuddy's glove compartment to see if her passport was in there. It wasn't. Mum will have to send off for a replacement, and she flies out to Greece next week! 
Been a bit busy work-wise. Couple of reports to publish, a few business cards to amend, just boring mundane stuff like that.
Roll on Saturday.