Took a large mouthful of a cup of tea only to realise the milk was several weeks off.
Had to swallow the tea so as not to offend the little old lady.
Was used as a climbing frame by one of the cats from hell
Tripped over one of the aforementioned cats and banged my chin on the sideboard, lost my footing and fell awkwardly on the floor.
Had to hobble home.
I now have; scratches on my thighs where the claws dug in, a bruise forming under my chin and a sprained ankle. It is what is known as a bad day.
So now I am not going into work tomorrow, am painting my toenails for when I go to St Mungos tomorrow and sitting on the couch with a tub of ice cream, flaky chocolates and my book of choice.
I am not getting out of my Falcons strip for anything. This is a Duvet Day.