Wall Street

Blind rabbit. Tick. Sick child. Tick. Sudden influx of work when said child has to stay home from school. Tick. Bloody hell.

It's Sod's Law, isn't it? I've been moaning about lack of work, then the moment I get told that Phoebe can't go to school, it FLOODS in.

Poor child has a golf-ball sized swollen lymph node on her neck. Blood tests, blah blah. Actually, right now she is sitting on the couch, watching Mamma Mia, singing and screaming with laughter and rewinding her favourite bits, so don't feel TOO sorry for her.

Feel sorry for ME instead. I'd much rather be watching Mamma Mia with her than writing about margin lending and structured products ...