Knackered. And it’s not even 7pm. And yet, if I were to go to bed, it would take me ages to get to sleep, and then I would keep waking up and running to the loo every five minutes. Aargh. Honestly do not think I can face going back to work tomorrow.
I have, naturally, tried to soften the blow by baking a cake.
The cake is acceptable, but I hope that Paul Hollywood and Mary Berry don’t come round and start poking it as I don’t think it would stand up to the scrutiny.
Now watching something called Britain by Bike, which is basically just Clare Balding cycling. God, I live an exciting life these days.