Don’t you hate it when

Don’t you hate it when you are expecting something in the post, and it doesn’t arrive? The next opportunity for postal satisfaction won’t be until Monday morning now – and I’m almost beginning to worry that it won’t show up at all, as it was apparently sent at least three days ago.
I wasn’t feeling especially cheerful when I woke up anyway, and a little thing like that is enough to make me feel really maudlin. It’s one of the hazards of being slightly hungover (too much beer, too much vodka and too many olives at 2am).
Anyhow, I’ll cheer up because I’m going to be spending a large chunk of today with the girls from the college course, doing some revision and hopefully winding down a bit.