Then I remembered the reason for the malaise - the work party we had this week. We're in the process of moving to a new office, and to celebrate the occasion, the company threw a launch party - complete with Important Figures from the Local Community, casino tables and a magician. I wasn't sure to what to expect from the evening and was a tad apprehensive about the whole affair, so I was delighted to find the champagne had been opened (and was already being quaffed) by the time I arrived.
By which I mean I was second in the queue to have a glass. Ahem.
Despite the potential for it being an awkward evening, a great time was had by all. The magician in particular left a lasting impression. Probably helped a lot by the fact he looked like a normal chap in a suit, rather than the image I had conjured in my head.
Being of an age where I am fully aware that magic is not real (but not, apparently, of an age to realise that magicians are actually normal people who don't swoosh around in black robes) I was especially careful in watching his hands to make sure I could catch the all important moment where he makes the switch and brag about it to all and sundry. But I saw nada. Nothing. Zip. He made my engagement ring disappear (and let's be fair - it takes a fair bit of magic to persuade anyone to take off such a special piece of jewellery in the first place), before it reappeared on a keyring, disappeared again and finally turned up in a wallet. It was pretty spectacular and I'm sure I never saw him do the same trick twice (nothing to do with the amount of champagne quaffed, I promise). I'm even considering asking the company for his details - he would be a truely awesome special guest to have wandering round the wedding guests after the speeches are done.
And on that kind of wedding related note, it's time to move on to the adventures of Bridezilla, who today has gone on a camping trip...