An early morning email from the vet: time to take the mad cat in for her annual jabs.
Time to take the mad cat in for the Worst Day of the Year, more like.
I relegated the email and prioritised with much more pleasing work demands.
I went from Late Junction to the latest Great Big Kiss podcast as the soundtrack.
Once again: THIS IS THE MUSIC OF THE GODS.
It had me dancing around the kitchen at 9am, anyway.
I tried to watch Cameron's speech. I gave up after five minutes and made a cup of tea. I felt much happier with the world.
My music went a little Selectadisc sub '85 - 90 for the rest of the afternoon.
The Boy Bragg, Beats International, Lloyd Cole, Everything but the Girl.
Like Nu Labour never happened, etc.
I had some more work shifts later in the evening.
I downed tools and celebrated with a bag of chips.