I’ve been staring at this blank page for an hour and all I can think is how tired I am. Yesterday’s migraine really took it out of me and even 7.5 hours sleep didn’t leave me feeling refreshed.
It feels like it barely got light today. My office is under a 6 storey atrium so is flooded with daylight but it is deceptive, because you can’t actually see outside at all.
I spoke to mother tonight, a long and involved conversation about a problem with their electricity to which she knew the answer but just wanted me to tell her anyway (the answer being to turn on individual things until she works out what it is that’s tripping the fuse).
MrS had a go at making me a White Russian tonight and it was miles better than my
attempts. When I asked him why he laughed and said he’d tweaked the recipe. “I used less vodka, more Kahlua and more cream because I KNOW you like the sweet stuff.
He’s not wrong!
As usual he made me smile at the end of a long day :)