It is 9.43am. I shortly have a meeting with somebody to do something that isn't my job. It could not even be slightly my job. It is done by a different service in a different building. Apparently I wouldn't mind doing it, though. I like having people speak for me.

I digress. This place does that you.

8.00am: I open my bedroom door and find a card and little bag of chcolates off my flatmate to cheer me up. It did cheer me up. Very much. Nom nom.

8:02am: Turn around and see something small and dark in bucket of water for cleaning out goldfish. Look closer. Recoil in horror.

Dead mouse. In my goldfish bucket.

DO! NOT! WANT!