Cream of Grumpy Soup

10.15pm.  I'm very grumpy. 

Didn't go to bed until quarter past midnight last night, as I stayed up to watch the new show on Sky Atlantic that I had recorded - 'Fortitude'.  I'd really been looking forward to it, great cast including Sophie Grabol from the Scandi series I never got round to watching, but everyone raved about.

I had to force myself to stay awake to watch it, but almost from the first moment I was thinking "What a load of ........... (supply your own derogatory term for something totally rubbish)".  It was like a mash-up of every stupid mystic mystery cliché ever invented: man-eating Polar bears, enigmatic Police chief, ambitious property tycoon, handsome black husband having affair with wanton pixie-faced white waif.  Urgh! 

But the final nail in the coffin for me (and it was only half way through) was when the mother of the child who had lain in a coma for two days, WENT TO THE PUB! And while she was out, hubby nipped off for a bit of 'How's yer father' with aforementioned pixie-faced waif!  Believable?  Non!  But even worse, while the rumpy-pump was taking place, coma-boy woke up, jumped out the window wearing only his pants, and went wandering off into the Artic snow, returning later with only frost-bitten feet. 

After that I had no problem believing that another polar bear managed to break into a house and kill the inhabitant, strewing bits of human all over the kitchen floor, before quietly leaving having locked the door behind him!

I don't often give up before the end of a programme, but I was so disgusted to have been served a dish of such nonsense that I went to bed and then dreamed about Polar bears until 5.30am! 

So tired all day today, didn't do anything I meant to, then heard that something we have been having to do "on a trial basis" is going to be "embedded in our workload".  Oh, that's a REAL surprise then. 

Home tonight, and before I got my coat off, three long phone calls one after the other.  Dog still to be walked, laundry still to be dealt with, and no time to cook.

Bring on the Baxter's mushroom soup.  Made for grumpy old grannies.