I confess I took this last weekend as I was anticipating a chock full week with some dread given how I had been feeling last week. I’m posting it today because I have come out the other side and, given how challenging and non-stop it was with little time to come up for air, I am somewhat surprised and relieved to be emerging relatively unscathed, albeit knackered. I don’t quite know how that works. ‘The mind is it’s own place .... etc.’

However, I still just wish matey was here to listen, care and love. I really do. Mind you, I’d be shit scared about the virus as he would have been so vulnerable especially as today someone had come in with symptoms from an infected area.

And there are dark threats on the horizon as my 15 year old niece (12th and 13.8.17) is referred to specialists following the discovery of a lump on her collarbone two weeks ago, and my brother has developed an aggravated asthmatic lung infection; he’s always tended to somatise, poor thing.