I was feeling a bit rubbish one night during a course at an officer-training college I went on. It was different from all the other summer courses I've been on, apart from the fact that there was still a hill I could go to the top of and watch the stars, while everyone else was 'down the Pav' or in the Mess getting slightly sloshed. This appeared in the notebook I was using for daily orders... it must have been the word-faeries...