I went to bed stressed, angered and hungry. And I sat and watched whatever was on, which thankfully managed to be a subtitled version of Wildlife on One - a documentary on foxes. And by the end of watching the pure innocence and playfulness of the vulpines on display, I felt far better.
Mind you, I've woken up starving and had to disappear off and help Mum for a bit. But now I'm home and can viably order in a pizza, or something. I don't fancy an hour-long trip to buy something I fancy and prepare it and cook it and all that, so it's likely pizza will be my indulgence to get rid of any potential regurgitations of angst.
