Kraut-shock

Phew - I'm tired today.  We got back from Berlin yesterday afternoon and I've been in a coma since.  This is strange and unhelpful when you consider I've done nothing but eat and sleep well since touching down in Blighty.  We weren't late or anything.  We got home at 5pm.

I am really spent however.  I think it's a combination of physical fatigue and boredom.  I really really really am bored.  Screaming ab-dabs self-harm bored.  I know I am the master of my own ship and should apply my talents (such as they be) to changing matters for the better.  But I can't be our-souled.  So there.

I have another day off tomorrow.  Missus O and I have to attend to matters with a couple of friends of ours that I'm not at liberty to discuss until this time tomorrow.  The cloak-and-dagger miasma makes the whole episode sound vaguely sinister and sordid.  Nothing could be further from the truth.  It's a joyous and sober event.  You'll just have to read tomorrow's entry for full details.  Actually, I might not get the opportunity to scribble an entry tomorrow, but I will do soonest.

All I can think of at the moment is going home, curling up into a ball and sleeping like a lttle pigeon.  Not the stuff of which legends are made, is it?  I don't have the energy to argue the point.  Perhaps some modernist poetry would help?  No, I thought not either.

Pity Poor Tom

I have a cold.  Bah.  It's a bad one too - bunged heed, runny nose and sore throat.  I thought I had hay fever, but this is a cold.  I didn't get a wink of sleep last night, and was so shattered of body and spirit this morning that I had to pull sickie.  It was merited though.  No really, I have enough residual catholic guilt not to go sick from work unless I absolutely cannot drag my skinny white ass into the office.

But I've filled the chassis up with paracetamol and tea and have rallied a bit.  It's nice being at home during the day, isn't it?  I haven't turned the telly on though.  That way madness and indolence lays.

What to do for tea though?