Stuck

A more apt title today I cannot imagine.

Stuck because I can't choose between several semi-decent photies I took after a quick trip to the beach - in what turned out to be inappropriate footwear for wet sand - before Bank Meeting #3 (I managed to leave on fairly amicable terms with The Suit today). I should also say at this point I am not trying to transfer a Swiss Bank Account, merely sort my mortgage, but it's turned into a ridiculous saga.

Stuck because I wanted to go for coffee with a couple of mates but was overwhelmed by worky rubbish and couldn't escape.

Stuck because my pal-with-the-very-cute-puppy wanted to come round to let me see how much its legs had grown (and they really have and it is very cute), and as a result of puppydom I wasn't able to be a shoulder to my friend.

Stuck because the bottle of wine I now want cannot be opened due to the corkscrew having gone awol.

Well, I suppose stuck is better than being unstuck.