. . . that today I lost my purse but didn't realise until after I'd started filling up at petrol station and the woman behind the counter blatantly thought I'd done it on purpose, the 'new' (actually 400 yrs old) Discovery is extremely ill to the tune of at least £500 for the 2nd time in as many months AND I fell off our new pony in front of thousands of people (almost a dozen anyway). AIBU to feel so lighthearted in the wake of these traumas or is it a Friday thing?