Speaking of finances

Mastercard just offered to bump my credit limit up by 10 grand. Which would bring my credit limit for that card to 24K.

Somehow I think they won't let you use Mastercard to put down a house deposit. I might get some use out of it that way...

Ok, I earn 6 figures, but only just. And I won't be once I stop doing on-call work in the next couple of months. Seriously, why do they want to give me so much credit? Especially since, ironically enough, they rang to bitch at me last month because I was late on a payment - first time ever. I'd simply left the previous month's statement in a stupid place and forgot about it. None of this, "Oh, look, you have a great payment record, perhaps you didn't receive your statement last month?" No, it was like, "PAY UP NOW OR THERE WILL BE NASTY DEBT COLLECTORS". Wankers.

Bloody hell

It must be said that working a 12 hour day - on the first day of your period ... when you inexplicably do not have any Neurofen in your bag ... when the shop you are able to duck out to at lunchtime only stocks poxy paracetomol, which barely takes the edge off ... when your dinner was a bag of potato chips, since there were no muesli bars in the snack machine ... when three projects underway today all had cock-ups of various dimensions - really sucks monkey balls.

Home now, finally, after taking 10 minutes to locate a taxi, since the pavement where the rank is usually situated was closed. The taxis, however, were queued over the road, with nary a light to be seen. How the hell are you supposed to tell if they're on duty - assuming you're lucky enough to spot them - with them lurking in the dark that way?

Still, home, finally, with ½ a gram of ibuprofen in me, which will undoubtedly be kicking in any time now.