I got out of bed on the wrong side today.  For no particular reason, except possibly a post Jubilee come-down, I walked around with a permanent thunder cloud hanging over my head.  Neither caffeine nor chocolate did much to lift my mood. Had Voldemort asked me to be his right hand man today, I may have said yes.  However, my powers in the dark arts amount to nothing more than switching lights off.

I’m still in a bad mood…