Last week was probably the worst of my life to date, but this week is really giving it a run for its money. Monday was kind of promising, but Tuesday was constructed from “snot en trane” (lots of ugly crying, basically). I haven’t slept much for over a week; I can’t take anything stronger than paracetamol for my various ailments (I took something for migraine last night, hoping it would help me sleep; I got four hours instead of the usual three); things kind of feel like it’s spinning out of control for me at the moment.

So today’s post is all about comfort, and I can’t think of anything more comforting – in the form of humour, food, or imaginary friends – than Cheese. And yes, I like chocolate milk (particularly if it’s hot and from vida)