Man, that was a long day...

After a week of Orcadian circadian rhythms, it was a shock to the system to have to work out what time it was by traffic noise and not by the amount of daylight. But I still managed to stagger into Tuesday (it is Tuesday today, isn't it?) for an 0700 kick off.

I duly ploughed through the third last day of digging my colleagues out of the mire. But by lunchtime I was desperate to get out into fresh air and sunlight, so sauntered up to Lidl and sauntered back; before resuming mindnumbing tedium. At 1800, I ceased, but didn't - I did two more hours of overiime, finally grinding to a halt at 2000.

Realising I didn't have black pudding, I headed back out into a warm evening and came home to cook, hoover, make beds, dig out pjs, and finally around 10, sat down with the Scotland v Australia quarter final and a quarter pounder (sort of - OK it was more pork chilli ginger lime burger, but hey...) and a quarter bottle of sloe gin (which I got a quarter of the way through)

It's quarter past 11, is it time to go to bed? I've got my quarterly review tomorrow...