Am in a far too happy mood today. Danced/sung my way to work (to the tune to True Blue by madonna) and managed to get the Co-op manager to join in. Said good morning, with a smile to everyone.

At work after about 18:00 I developed an Australian accent. Don't ask me why. In the end it got so bad the more I noticed that on one call the caller mistoke me for... Jeremy (his lushness).

Got home and Alison has left her husband. Feel bad, but in a "I think you are a very poor excuse for a mature adult" kind of way.

Tired, must b back at work in 11 hours :o(