It had been one of those mornings.  The sky was an angry sort of grey and the rain pounded down on the roof, mercilessly.  I'd had trouble sleeping the night before and my significant other had an early appointment at a government office.  It doesn't matter which one, just that she was facing up to a couple of hours of dealing with bureaucrats who were trying to separate her from her money.  With the little lady already on edge, I'd gone and absentmindedly wiped avocado on the kitchen hand towels that aren't really for wiping your hands on, you know the ones.  To make matters worse, I then half-heartedly tossed the "decorative pillows" on the bed in a manner that could easily be (mis?)co