Friday 1th August

Holidays are strange, ostensibly the reason you go away is to give yourself a break, to recharge the batteries, to catch up on lost sleep.  And yet, here I am returned and too tired to sleep.  Of course, doing the night market with my partner didn’t help; that was Tuesday and a long old day.  Not in bed until after 1.00 a.m.  Up early at 7, and out walking the dogs and buying the croissants.

I tried to sleep on the plane, but was too tired.  I simply put the mp3 player onto shuffle and listened to favourite songs, and skipped many.  Restless; my mind was filling up with work issues.

Then the train and dlr home; unpacking, and wages to do for my one private client.  I had internet problems of course, wouldn’t you know it; couldn’t get anything on hotmail.  Then the printer on home computer didn’t seem to be in the mood for actually printing.  Oh, well, by reading the wages from my Blackberry, resorting to pen and paper, and then sending it to myself on googlemail, and resending I got it sorted – sort of.

Half watching the football and the news, I finished about 10.30.  Started to watch news but kept falling asleep, yet when I heaved myself up to bed I was too tired to sleep.

Woke Thursday morning at 5.30, feeling grotty.   Lay there thinking this is far too early to get up.  Eventually made tea and showered etc:  Got my bag ready for work, checked e-mails and here I am, back in the saddle, bridle firmly around my head, bit under my tongue, ready to haul the cart for two more days until the weekend.