Sunday, 5 January 2014

Knackered. Knackered. Too knackered to do anything. At all.

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.

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