I have been reminded that some of the people who read this know me in real life, and some of them even work at Kew. I have been grumbling about pressure at work a lot lately, and I realise it might be construed as unprofessional of me.
So I've decided to instigate a new scale to grade what kind of day I have had, instead of griping about specifics. It will be a scale of fictional heroines.
I haven't yet got a full range of markers for every gradient (give me time, I only thought of this half an hour ago). But, for example, an Anne Elliot day will be one in which I have borne quietly with all kinds of miserable shit, in the patient hope that things get better, while a Lizzie Bennett day will be one on which I have borne rather less quietly and have vented my feelings without shame. A Carmen day will be one in which I have been feelin' good & shakin' my sexy thang - singing in the kitchen, dancing with the photocopier - because I know I am The One. A Black Widow day, by contrast, will be one on which I wanted everyone to think I was The One, but only so that I could kill them all. A Cunegonde day will be one in which I wanted to be able to lament my sorry lot and then have flat-out hysterics in high coloratura.
You get the picture. If I ever have an Ophelia day, get help.
Today started out quite cheerful but went decidedly Cunegonde by the end of the day. It's good to be home, and eat, and write this, and wonder whether to spend the evening in Missouri with Wood and Sarah and Torstein Riis, or in Brentford with my unnamed protagonist getting drawn by Kat Ryle; or whether to cut my losses and watch a silly film.
I feel in need of serious silliness, I must say. If I had a dvd of "Ghostbusters" I would probably be putting it in the machine right now. I need to switch my brain off. Maybe "The Princess Bride" might do the trick; heroes, giants, wizards, villains, true love, sword fights... Yep. Perfect switch-off film.