Fine

I woke up with the birds this morning - way too early. 

Although I managed a quick nap at lunchtime, a little lethargy and a lot of grumpiness were the themes of the workday. At least working alone in the office I can let rip without scaring my colleagues to death. 

Perhaps the highlight was a wee chat on the phone with a lady who has been shielding for the last umpteen weeks. Cancer. I made a point of just talking for the sake of it, because I can guess it must be very, very tough. 

I struggle to get the right tone with some of the nutcases and chancers we deal with, but it is just natural with the genuine ones. 

I was drained by the time the work day finished, but fortunately I had a cool beer in the fridge (Gàidhlig for "fridge" is frids, pronounced exactly the same) and something good but easy to cook. 

Is it bedtime yet?