One of those days when I should have stayed in bed! I was woken up by my husband telling me some pretty bad news about our rented house, which brought us both down. In fact, the only thing that made us feel even a little better was getting out of the house, walking around Southsea for a while. Just before we went out, my cat had a very mad few seconds (nothing new) except I was in the way - I have puncture marks all up my arm, pretty deep painful ones! This evening, while trying to decide what to eat for dinner to make us feel happier, our metal (and hence heavy) cuckoo clock fell on my back. That hurt a lot.
And then the chip shop was closed.
We're now off to bed to start over. At least I get to sleep in late to prepare for my night shifts.
(And we decided on chips & cheese - it helped, it usually does)