Thursday

For days, I have planned to go up to the book.festival but put it off. Today I reluctantly went up; I am getting too comfy inside. 
I also went because itnwas being held in the old Royal Infirmary that has just finished being developed. 
I had to walk along this long corridor which had rooms off each side that were wards etc. There were little glass pods you can rent hourly for work space.  Eventually I got to the end to walk up the stairs; I don't do lifts. I had a tea then came home. I didn't feel anything, just numbly going through the motions. I gained nothing for going out. Proves my point.