Rocketfuel is my friend and then this one time...

Oh, woe is me.

Locked away in the hell dimension that is our office – the air-conditioning system has died a rattling death – I can smell the wafty smells of old stale smoke, bad body odour, garlic and alcohol. Last night had been the official company summer party. But I didn’t go – for various reasons, which I won’t bore you with (let it be said though that the No Fear slogan of “doesn’t play well with others” applies to me when it comes to socialising with the incredibly wealthy and obscenely rich mommy’s girls and daddy’s boys that I work with). Surveying here is like that.

I feel very proud of my own sobriety this morning – I look at the others and the words “rough as a badger’s arse” spring to mind. Hence the increase in bad body smells. And I say again:- poor me! But I am being hugely annoying this monrning by being obscenely happy and charming and LOUD! Who cares about their headaches – their conditions are self inflicted. Zero sympathy.

But my own happiness is induced this morning. Thanks to such incredibly daft actions of my own.

Stupidly, this morning, at breakfast I agreed to FG’s (hubby) suggestion that I have a concoction called “Rocket Fuel”. You know, when you watch a horror movie and there are noises the hero/heroine just has to go inspect AND then they ignore you as jump up and shout at the screen going “no, no! don’t do it!” That is EXACTLY what happened this morning – the aliens out there, watching my life on their large monitors were gibbering madly and passing out with shock as I drank down the caffeine guarana spiked brew masquerading as drinkable coffee. It is now half past twelve and I am still quivering and gibbering. And did I mention that I was actually allergic caffeine / very susceptible to it? As my one little friend said to me yesterday as I was rocketing on a sugar high of having a hot chocolate “You are a rubbish wild child, aren’t you?”

Yes ma'am, I am!