Tissues for snivelling in to whilst moaning? Check!
Cyber hugs? Check! (welcome even from middle aged married men)
Tea and muffins? Check!
Motivational music? Check! (Delta Dawn; Midnight Train to Georgia; Lyin' Eyes; plus wooden spoon to sing in to)
Visual migraine? UNcheck! (Yay!)
VAT return? Check! (Kind of. It's paid. I just haven't managed to work out how to do a journal entry in the accounts software)
Massive amounts of thanks to all the lovely people who left nice comments yesterday that a) made me cry and then b) cheered me up? Check! (Lots)
Plodding on a bit less ploddily (if that's not a word, it should be) today.
It frightens the kitten when I sing, though.