Wednesday

The anaesthetic man yesterday said I shouldn’t go to work today. I scoffed at him and said I would be fine. I wondered at some points today if perhaps he had the right idea. But I had interviews and all sorts so I just rearranged a few bits and pushed on. Did feel as if I was working from the middle of a marshmallow though and gave up altogether just after 4.

And I have chucked a chicken in the oven for tea, the easiest of meals.

Early night coming up!