Two things, no three:
1) It's funny how long it takes to unwind when you're on holiday. Then after two days back, it's as if you never left.
2) Imagine how painful it must be if someone stood on your face. In a stiletto heel.
3) My boss was telling me that before she was a successful business woman, she and her hubby had no money, and therefore couldnt afford to buy a stove. So she cooked her food on....her iron. Set to "linen" would boil a pot of soup, "silk" was for simmering, and she'd fry eggs on it too. She even had dinner parties. Holy crap. It just shows: being dirt poor isn't all bad. You have creativity on your side.
4) (Just because it's worth mentioning). I have a headache to the likes of somebody hitting my inner-skull with a steel mallet. And I feel nauseas. I'm hoping it's the chicken and corn soup I ate for lunch and not the dreaded m-word. I'm waiting for a fever, vomiting and hallucinations, then I'll go to hospital.