Sometimes, not very often, but sometimes...

....the little things get to me. Why did my hole punch leap from my desk on to the floor spreading its cargo of tiny paper punchy bits flipping well everywhere? (The cleaner will go mad!!)

I had to go for a walk for a couple of minutes and calm down 'cause I was right annoyed with everything after that.

Then Mrs S phoned and we had a nice chat and all of a sudden life seemed altogether much better.

Weird day.