What a difference three days make ...

Down to earth with a bump. I’ve decided I am not suited to work, or maybe it’s not suited to me. Either way we are incompatible. It wasn’t a bad day, no nightmares to come back to, but I just felt so drained, far more so than the tiredness produced by any amount of physical effort. Yesterday for instance I worked hard around the house all day and didn’t feel like this, despite being awake from 4am.

I think I may also be suffering hummus withdrawal symptoms.

We went for team drinks after work, which was nice. Haven’t had a beer in my hand for over 72 hours (leastways not with alcohol in it) - my last one was in a bar in Tel Aviv, this one was in a dodgy pub in Weybridge High Street ... oh well ...

Took the blip on the train home. Think my flat expression says it all ...