So it’s week three of the course. While I’m not entirely sure where the time has gone, I AM certain of three things:
1) Shakespeare was wrong when he said "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned". (I've done that right, haven't I, Keith?) Actually, hell hath no fury like a woman doing shorthand. This is me between 8:30-10:30 every day (sorry Richard, I'll never turn to the dark side):
2) You have never felt sorrow so acute until the machine’s run out of hot chocolate. Having 'tea' is no consolation prize - I bet the machine even puts milk before the teabag ;(
3) Getting hold of Bradley Cooper’s herbal coffee tablets* in Limitless is no longer just a dream but is a recurring daily fantasy.
Still haven’t found the rumoured bed that’s meant to be in the PA but I’m hoping this week will be my lucky week…
*If you’re reading this Roberta, it is JUST coffee tablets I promise