An admission...

Today I have decided to admit to myself that my PMT is getting out of control.

I need something to take the edge off the moodswings a little, before I go completely postal.

Luckily I seem to be holding off the nastiness at home and work (it's all internalised) but this is only a matter of time. And I'm worried that if I leave it, it's going to head into full scale depression.

Suddenly...DRAMA.

The shelf in our stationary cupboard has fallen onto our office manager. She's covered in tinsel and christmas decorations. This would be funny (and I was tempted to get the camera) but she's hurt her neck. I'm ashamed to say that I panicked...I was the only other person in the office and she was awake and giggling. Then she realised her neck was hurting. Oh dear.

The paramedics are here now. I can another Dotmund situation arising. Oh yes.