Horrible day so far… ran out of petrol on my way to work (only half a mile from the petrol station too!) and my Daddy had to come and rescue me (you would have thought by the age of 28 I would be capable of rescuing myself by now, but apparently not). Result? Instead of being 45 minutes EARLY for work to give myself a headstart on a week’s worth of mails, I was 15 minutes late. To deal with 168 emails. On a drop-in morning, with 20 students wanting my attention. And a handover to do with the young man who covered my desk last week. The joy!
But still- Monday Night Supper Club tonight. Game of Thrones will redeem the day.