Yes, I am whinging, not least about the fact that I ordered two dresses from Boden and naturally it is the one that costs full price that looks nice. It also reminds me of a pinafore I loved when I was ten, which perhaps is a reason not to buy it, but I am telling myself that I had excellent taste as a ten year-old (this is not true).
Most annoying, I have not managed to do any writing when not at work due to absence of Brain. And to make matters worse, it has struck me that the untitled fic known as the "Corsican Potterverse mpreg crossover with bonus valet-rogering"** may just have to be the "Corsican Potterverse mpreg crossover" because I - and I find it hard to believe I am about to write these words in relation to this particular fic - am not sure that the valet-rogering is artisically justified.
Pause for incredulity.
But let's look on the bright side: I don't own a sports shop that was invaded by sheep.
*Substituting "can't eat breakfast" for heart failure.
**To remove the possibility of ambiguity, that is rogering by the valet.