Woke up on Tuesday morning, feeling worse than a badgers arse and sneezing my way through a packet of mansized. Even worse, I woke up thinking that it was Thursday. Boy - was that a disappointment.

Given that I wasn't suffering from the feared man flu (which some non-female journalist from that a well known bloke mag has claimed is true - any excuse I say!), I dragged my sorry arse into work so that the pennies could keep rolling in. Having said all this and with the double whammy of the disappointment of it being a whole two days earlier than thought, my emotions were running high, tiredness kicked in as did the drugs, and all in all, it became a bit of a roller coaster where I was either on top of the world or close to tears. Either way, the data was blurring as I swayed between the two.

This entire week was summed up rather humouriously by Vernon Kay whilst interviewing a sex therapist come murder mystery actress on a rather well known radio station today, talking about why women say no to late night amour, whilst trying to cope in todays world:

Sex Therapist - The main problem is that women these days have to wear too many hats - that of mother, colleague, wife, daughter...

Vernon - Women should never wear too many hats - it would prolong the strip tease process