Thanks...

...to the universe for making what was a pretty good day yesterday supremely shit.

After an away-day with work (brainstorming at Linklaters - eating all the free cookies we could get our hands on and a visit to the 2012 Olympic site..) we ended up at The Lamb Tavern for a few quiet vino's.

Upon leaving I went through my usual motions.. open handbag, grab oyster card, ipod, glasses.

I pulled out oyster card, ...., glasses. NO FUCKING IPOD.

I even made a slight scene by stopping a lot of post work pedestrian traffic by emptying my bag on the side of one very busy street outside Liverpool St Station. Nothing. Gutted could not describe how I was feeling.

So, feeling sorry for myself (and perhaps slightly on the drunk side) I cried all the way home (sorry to all passengers on the 6:53pm Hammersmith & City line, heading westbound).

Luckily, I have the best bunch of housemates anyone could ever want to live with who had my spirits up (and wine opened) within minutes of getting home.

I may have no ipod, but I guess it's not the end of the world. It did lead to me hearing some interesting mutterings on the tube this morning...