Rehab

It has been a strange day. 

Work was busy, although the Boss only brought me two new cases. One of those is a serial bampot who asks bampot questions because he knows we know he'll lodge an official complaint with the Presiding Officer if we ignore him.

His latest is about Romanians coming to this country to pick fruit. You can guess the rest. Well, we play the game, remind him that the Scottish Parliament has no power in such matters, and that's that. 

Anyway, I seemed to get stressed and anxious as the day went on, for no reason I could think of. Perhaps an accumulation of bad vides about CV19. 

Dinner and a long phone call to old friends ("old" as in... we have known each other a long time, because they are the same age as me and so not "old") worked well to release whatever was pent up. 

That's where the chair comes in. Stage 2 of the rehab process.