Wrong side

I don't know which side of the bed is the wrong side, but whichever side it it, I seem to have woken up on it this morning.


There's an online definition which says that getting up on the "wrong side of the bed" is an Americanism which leaves one grumpy and unsociable, which in my case is a vast understatement because calling me "grumpy" this morning is kind of like describing Bonnie Parker as "a sassy young lady with a keen sense of adventure."

I need coffee. Lots of coffee.