After I wrote yesterday's diary entry, I then managed to make a computer error that could easily have lost me about forty quid, so on top of the general aggravation of having to go to Maidenhead and my back hurting, that made yesterday really quite an annoying day. By the end of the day, in fact, I was so irritated that I didn't have the enthusiasm to eat any dinner, even knowing that I'd feel even worse if I didn't. So I decided a good solution would be to go out and buy myself some unnecessarily nice self-pampering sorts of luxury foods in the hope that they'd restore my enthusiasm for eating something. This worked flawlessly, and is a fantastic excuse which I'm proud to have invented :-)

Then I went to the Calling in the hope that some company would lift my mood, which it did. And this morning I discover that the company who might have been forgiven for losing my forty quid after I messed up when transferring it to them have managed to find it, so that's all right too.

I got back to my desk today to find that my immediate boss has left a Guinness advertising gimmick on it because he thought I'd find it funny. There are some very silly people round here and I like them a lot :-)

Oh yes. And at the Calling last night, Karen and I decided that a good name for an all-female metal band, preferably composed of militant celibates, would be "Ironmaidenhead". :-)