I have had a really miserable day. I feel like hell. If you've been following my Twitter posts, you'll be sick fed up hearing about my ears. My poor long suffering husband got his head in his hands to play with when he came in from work just for asking a simple question. My mood over the last week has ranged from mildly pissed off to tears of self pity to, frankly, homicidal.
However, there is light at the end of the tunnel - and proof that laughter really is the best medicine. Well it seems to work better than the vile tasting white goo with the texture of fish eggs that my GP has given me, anyway.
If you need a good laugh, have a look at this letter of complaint written by a passenger on a Virgin Flight who was less than impressed with the in flight food and entertainment.
Get this person a job as a food critic now!