My good humour from Sat has evaporated. And everything is conspiring to make me grumpy. Well, either that or I’m interpreting everything to make me grumpy.
And the weird thing is that I know exactly why I’m grumpy, and it makes no sense whatsoever, but that doesn’t stop the grump-factor. Despite the fact that I think the reason I’m grumpy is funny, I’m still grumpy.
And obviously in need of a thesaurus.
But I’m internalising the grump, so its all good. No one need know :)