I’m sure that if I put my mind to it I could have a bloody good moan today. Not over anything in particular, just one of those moods. In fact it started last night when I did my up most to pick an argument with Himself. Which of course the rotten sod totally ignored and then to add insult to injury, he flatly refused to rise to the challenge when I really put a bit of effort in.

This just infuriated me even more and in the end he suggested that I go to bed as I was obviously tired, or words to that effect. That went down like a lead balloon and I went on the computer instead. There had to be someone there that I could wind up - but there wasn't or not until 12ish when I eventually managed to put my thoughts together and email Chris on the sci-fi thing he's sent us. By which time even I had to admit that I was tired and needed to go to bed.

I think I must be coming down with something; I’ve a cold sore up my nose. Yes, everyone else gets them on their lip, but I like to be different. The trouble is my nose keeps running and it hurts to touch it with a tissue. It’s also red and swollen on the one side, which has led to everyone commenting about it.

I’ve got mouth ulcers, which make their present known whenever I eat or drink anything. And just to finish off, I’ve a headache that tablets don’t have any effect on.

Basically I’m in a right snitty mood and everyone at work, except Craig, is getting on my nerves. Which in fairness they seem to know – I don’t think I’ve had that many visitors to my office today.

Working with me has obviously had some knock on effect on Craig; he’s right pissed off with everyone too. Out of the two weeks I was allocated his help this month, I’ve actually only had him for two days. Craig has also cottoned on why I get so aerated when running a claim. He’s now trying to run one himself and reckons that everyone that works here is a bloody idiot and they can’t even complete the easiest of tasks, such as signing their names. I could have told him that, but didn’t want to spoil the surprise.

Right, one last moan, it’s Wednesday and I’ve got to go shopping. I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this, probably not, but I hate Shopping. Shopping of any sort what-so-ever. People who enjoy shopping are not normal. Enough said.