Damn this week to hades!

If this week was a physical being I would punch it in the face. Hard. And then when it was rolling around on the floor I'd kick it in the stomach. Even harder. Needless to say I am completely over this week in a BIG MASSIVE way.

Work seems to be ridiculously busy at the moment, with an ever-increasing to-do list, various partners visiting from different countries, plus I've not been sleeping brilliantly and so constantly tired, and now I think I'm coming down with something so I'll be ill just in time for the weekend. Just bloody marvelous. Rah. And every person in London seems to have received a memo asking them to annoy me, anger me, or generally just get in my way. People can't even seem to be able to walk down the street without swerving into me, stopping suddenly in front me, or walking at the speed of a fat kid with no legs when there's no way of over-taking. GET OUT OF MY FREAKING WAY! I think I need to escape and run away to, ummm, Wales perhaps? A nice relaxing getaway in a little Welsh village, yeah that sounds good. No London-ness, no Topshops, no visiting partners, just countryside, fresh air, possibly a few sheep floating (or at least grazing) around, and peace and quiet. Lovely.

That is all.