Where's my brain?

I'm brain-dead today. This is a problem. I have a feature that absolutely has to be finished today. Only 650 words to go, and while it's science-y it should be pretty straightforward, but it's just not happening.

I'm feeling marginally hungover, which is odd - I was round at my bro Nick's last night and we only had one bottle of wine between three of us (and no, I didn't drink most of it!). I stayed over and slept pretty badly, but that's normal. Getting up at 5.30 to drive to Cambridge (I need the library to finish the feature) didn't help, but again, I'm pretty much used to that. I hope I'm not coming down with some nasty lurgie in time for Christmas.

And to cap it all the sodding tea room isn't open today. Bastard part-time academics. I've got no milk. Looks like it's Lemsip for me. That doesn't need milk. And it might help me feel better.

Office party!

This evening I'm having my office Christmas party.

The first Christmas after I left my job, I bought a bottle of Veuve Cliquot to share with the office pest (aka the cat). And the ofice pest doesn't much like champagne.

I've done so every year since.

It's turned into 'Sarah's office Christmas party for those with no job' - Gina-from-next-door was between contracts last year and joined me, and tonight Hazel-the-newly-back-from-Paris-stay-at-home-mum is helping me drink the champers. With added stinky cheese. Hurrah.