This morning, I woke up in a bad mood. I didn't sleep well, I had a headache, my eyes were puffy and my hair had a life of its own.
After a few hours of my huffing, slamming drawers and generally making an absolute nuisance of myself, the long suffering man in my life suggested I take a trip to the shop to pick up some form of painkiller (and possibly just give him ten minutes of peace.)
I came back with a shiny new copy of Elle UK, a can of Coke Zero and a smile. All pain forgotten...magazines are the best medicine.
PS. The coke wasn't just for drinking purposes. Ice cold can held onto puffy eyes = starting to resemble a human again. If only my hair was that easy to fix.