Nullsphere

Today is one of those days where, after a series of catastrophic (on your scale) events of destruction (of beloved property/ego/self-respect), you realise that it is all actually just a message from the great Cosmos, telling you that it would have been a far better idea to stay in bed than face the world.

After just 5 hours of wakefulness, I have so far managed to:

• Burn my tongue
• Pour boiling soup on my capris (and the enclosed leg)
• Combine the above and actually spit out the soup on said leg
• Manage to lose one SD card
• Not have a desk to work on

and generally bungle up every endeavour undertaken this morning.

So after finding a complimentary pack of chinese nougat in my lunch bag, I decided that if I was going to die in a freak accident involving skewers, KY jelly and a stuffed panda, I might as well do it with a piece of nougat between my teeth.