The story starts this morning.
Once again I didn't manage to get to bed at a reasonable time so I had a hard time getting out of bed, but not so hard as not to turn off the repetitive McDonalds advert that plays at the same time every morning.
The toast didn't burn.
That's why I was so surprised when the smoke alarm went off at seven twenty while I was making toast. I dare say I woke people up but it's hard to care when I will already have been working for an hour before any of them get up.
The wrong toothpaste.
There are a few different toothpastes in my little bathroom box where I keep that sort of thing. I grabbed the one that gives me terrible cotton mouth without looking, something I only worked out when I tasted it and by then it was too late. At the same time I heard the sound of a bath being emptied. I'm guessing my mother fell asleep in the bath last night.
Skipping the train and getting to the point.
About ten minutes into work the cotton mouth from grabbing the bad toothpaste so I picked one of the things out of my lunchbox, eating something seems to help. I packed a single orange jelly pot with mandarin pieces for today. I had just sat down and couldn't be bothered to get a spoon so I just took a crack at it without. So, I'm sitting in front of my screen and doing whatever while idly eating this pot of jelly and at some point I realise I'm getting turned on for some reason, when I realise I'd been using my tongue to scoop out the jelly and had at some point just started going down on it. Then I had to wonder if I should feel bad about that.
I didn't, I figure it's just good practice, Ladies.