Getting stoned, can only be one of two things:
– The smell that infiltrates the arena at concerts.
– The scene in The Life of Brian (or another one of those movies) where the town’s folk are lined up with rocks in their hands ready to pummel someone for their sins.
It’s neither of those in my case.
I got an email from my boss today. She doesn’t read my blog (at least I don’t think that she does), but she knows a little of what I’ve been going through. Her email would have fit in well with the comments that many of you have posted.