02 September 2003 | 9:20 a.m.,

the laughing qc

I don't know what was wrong with me yesterday but I just couldn't stop laughing all afternoon.

Its not like I can blame, as usual, on the caffeine as I hadn't had so much as a morsel all day - not even a couple of yeastvite to waken me up.

I was beginning to scare *myself* and I had Lynx totally convinced that Mad S had spiked my can of Apple Tango at last teabreak. Anything anyone did or said I was just giggling away like I was chicken oriental.. Like Del calling me "Tollola" or something equally silly. I was laughing for about 10 minutes about that one. Old T with a donkey tail. Which he then stuck to Del.

Perhaps I was just overcompensating for the fact that I actually was kind of down and fed up.

Or perhaps I really have finally lost the plot.

Never mind, it made the afternoon go in that little bit quicker and more pleasantly especially since the mince lines went off for ages because of a knife somehow ending up in the blender.

And its 3 down, 4 to go...