Over something very silly yet important. Tempted to unleash the fury within but as we all know, quick-fix-its cost the skies and above, something all too familiar, this currency of vanity.
On the next crochet, I find myself impaled on a fork that screams WORK and all my plans to meet old friends this week have gone kaput.
I could do with a social life planner, methinks. And a coffee from Nero. And a magic wand. And the brain of Charlie's.