Tuesday, One of those days were nothing runs smooth and you feel crap. I made the best of it and headed for bed as soon as I could as Wednesday was going to be long.

I was right Wednesday was long. I needed a lift and went for Jollity Farm by the Bonzo Dog Do Da Band.

Up and into my suit and tie and in front of my screen with notes on lap and smile firmly in place. The day is intense and requires concentration and a sustained bout of reasonable rationale adulthood. The day goes well but it costs me another chocolate orange. Half way through the day a man leaves a vegetable order in the porch followed shortly by Mr Amazon delivering my Sassoon hair brush. With my now flowing white locks I need my own brush, soon be time to start plaiting it. Nothing else happened and so I sit writing the blog as Brentford loose to Norwich and reinforce my urge to have a bath bomb night and run off to bed early, I probably wont because after a day of being sensible I’m unlikely to to maintain it.