... and I'm having one of those days. If I tell you that having started putting my weekly shop through the self-service till at Sainsbury's this morning, the white noise, beeping, and bossy computer voice all got a bit too much and I had to find a kindly check-out assistant to cancel my purchases so I could retreat to the safety of the conveyor belt where someone else would put my barcodes through the scanner, do you get the picture?
So, given my lack of vitality, I'm not even going to attempt to write anything entertaining today. Instead, I'm going to send you over here to Powder Room Graffiti, where I'm having a bit of a rant about fussy dinner party guests.
I know. Me, having a rant? What are the chances of that?