Life is like a tube of toothpaste ...

... you have to squeeze as much out of it as possible.

Not always easy. ‘Orrible ‘ead cold today as my grandfather used to say. I wandered around the office in a slightly stoned fashion, trying to keep going and working down my to do list, but by 2.30 I was unable to manage any more, left the meeting I was in, and went and slept in the car. TSM found me later and we came home at 4pm. I was very glad to curl up with a cup of tea when we got home, and gave up any pretence of being able to concentrate.

The evening was much better with a takeaway, a glass of porter, some medicinal whiskey, and the company of family. Amazingly therapeutic in fact. Mystic Em was with us and we just chilled out in The Snug then sat around the dinner table. I have been setting new world records for sneezing today but everyone was very tolerant.

Very glad to finish the week ...