Winter has jumped the shark!

Dear BLACK

You may find this horrendously amusing. You may be amused at the startled expression on my face when I glance outside at ten minutes past four to realise the night has descended already and the motorway will be BLACK on the way home.

But your reign of darkness is at an end, my friend. We don't need a ring, preciousss, because now the earth is tilting back towards the blessed light and by my birthday? I'll be driving home in filtered sunlight. Or grey cloud. Whichever.

So, tremble, almighty night. Your time is up.

[/Cue megalomaniacal laughter.]

HAHAHHAHAHAHAA!

Yours,

Becky

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In non-crazy news, I think I've figured out why I keep coming down with so many random bugs, and why the sickness rate in this department is so high.

I thought I was safe working for Mental Health, because bipoloar/mania is hardly catching, but oh boy, I was wrong.

The canteen and newsagents are both located in the main hospital. To get there, one has to go through A&E (arrgh), then outpatients, then the geriatric wards, then the day hospital. Have probably contracted about twenty viruses by the time I get my beloved Guardian.

I'm bringing my own lunch in from now on. >: