For people who know me IRL this is so outting but who cares.
Week started well, put liquid soap in my hair instead of hair product and had to crack in and dry it as no time to rewash to get the train. Well, it was certainly a different look!
Spend day not only looking like Something About Mary but with constant palpitations, headache and tight chest. Lasts all week.
Then my season ticket smart card got stolen, either pick pocketed or at work. Def stolen not lost. Had to trail round 4 different people at the train station before being told to ring person no 5 and then being sent to a different train station. Finally sorted but at one point thought I’d lost around £800 as ticket pretty new. Home 2 hours late. Just in time for Morrison’s delivery - which turned up late and way past bed time. By this point I could’ve eaten a fried slug and hangry doesn’t cover it. Cats run for cover. Little ginger cat gets own back by diving on my head in middle of the night, not for a love but in full attack mode. I clutch my savaged head and sob quietly.
Next evening, for once not pissing down, so say sod it to feeling shit and ride my pony in floodlit arena. Phone bounces out of pocket, nowhere to be found. Walked round arena for bloody hours looking for it, decided to give it up as a bad job and look in the light the following day.
Precious working at home day today. Long lunch booked to ride in the light. Get to stables, gate is locked, nothing unusual there. Code is in my phone .... have to climb through hedge to get in. As does my trainer who had come to torture me, good job she’s game!
After less than 2 mins, pony’s eye swells up badly - immediate vet job. But I’ve no phone. Trainer rings vet and i have to just sit and wait (normally they ring with an ETA) but I’m supposed to be back working from home with conference calls scheduled!
Find phone in mud in field - hurrah and bigger hurrah someone had left a charger next to the kettle! All hail the god of chargers.
So eventually pony sorted (will be fine) and I make it home with phone and placate everyone who wondered where the hell I was. All good.
Electricity goes off. Affecting 850 properties. Now it’s only affecting 20. Guess who’s sat in the dark!!!!
After pizza, wine and getting to know Tony Chocoloney intimately, I have given myself palpitations again. Am prone to them. So am now going to hide under the duvet AND IM NOT COMING OUT 
Tomorrow has got to be better? Right???!!!!