Sleepy Saturday

Having put two-thirds of my precious vinyl LP collection into two plastic storage boxes, I had to carry each of them up the flight of stairs out of the flat and into the boot of the car. It’s amazing how much a third of my records actually weighs. I managed both boxes, but nearly passed out struggling up with the second one and had to lie down in the back of the car for quite a while to recover! I then had a nasty panic attack on the drive back to Tiptree worrying about whether I might have strained my heart or brain and would be suddenly taken ill on the M25. I don’t often have them any more, but with the amount of stress I’m currently under it’s probably not surprising. I think I’m okay now, having spent the rest of the day pottering with some light chores at home and generally taking it fairly easy. Probably only another couple of runs to the flat now before moving out, thank goodness.

Shattered. Hope I sleep well tonight.