Well, well, what’s that? Come up with a smiling face. It’s nothing against you to fall down flat, but to lie there – that’s disgrace.’ Edmund Vance Cooke ‘And don’t spend your time lookin’ around for something you want that can’t be found when you find out you can live without it and go along not thinkin’ about it.’ Baloo the bear, The Jungle Book There’s no getting away from it: vomiting at work is a bad way to begin a day. Afterwards I sit up in the toilet cubicle to check how I feel . . . head pulsing, poisonous stomach ache, eyeballs burning and . . . why does it have to be so hot? One thing I do well with Rob is drinking myself into oblivion. He eggs me on, though. Urggh . . . I can’t think about it without retching. I should be ashamed of myself, and I am. Utterly ashamed. I mean, what’s wrong with me? Is this what they call ‘off the rails’? I flush the toilet, roll back and lean on the door. Oh God, there’s no toilet paper. Maybe I have tissues in my bag.
