Moan

I'm cold, my head hurts, and the glass of whisky at my hand is only a partial remedy at best. It's getting on for 11 pm, and I've been trying to balance accounts all day - managed it, too, eventually, once I chucked out the faulty set of figures I'd been working with! By then, mind you, I'd lost two or three hours. No profound thoughts in this, just a bit of a moan. But everyone needs one sometimes!