I lie.

I resent enormously spending a whole day trawling through accounts to answer a query, then on handing over what information I have and apologising that I couldn’t get it any more accurate than I had it, being told I wouldn’t, because I didn’t have all the information in the first place, and I need not have spent the time looking for it, because that’s not what I’d been asked to do.

Forgive me, but if I’m asked to do a report on whether or not all expenses have been reclaimed, if I can’t make the incoming and the outgoing figures match, then yes, I will spend time looking to see why.

I was convinced by 3.00 p.m. that I was going completely mad. I could not make these figures match up at all.

So, at 6.00 p.m., when I’m told I don’t even have the information in my bit of the accounts. I do what anyone feeling ill, hot and cross would do. I yelled. I stomped off out - which was a bit of a mistake; I’ve not really eaten properly since Saturday, and by the time I’d used up all the angry adrenaline, I felt like I was wading through treacle on the way home.

I’m about to go do what I should’ve spent the day doing, lying down and getting rid of this bug.