On wanting to kill colleagues

Liz is in the kind of mood where creating a game of MCH cluedo seems like an excellent idea...

On not realising what time of the month it is

Liz feels like she needs to hide in a darkened room to scream & throw things - but has no idea why she feels like this

On the joys of Ella Fitzgerald on a hot, sultry day

Liz is bewitched, bothered & bewildered

On age

Liz is NOT "skirting 30".

On unprecedented beverages

Liz is drinking coffee. This is almost unprecedented, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

On New Years

Liz is the grinch that stole new year.

On rain + clothing

Liz is realising that torrential rain + overly long trousers = very wet feet & trousers & a general sense of unhappiness.