Unintuitive

Woke up at 05:30 after dreaming that Paul Merton had died. If anybody can explain that one, I'd love to hear it (BTW - sorry Paul, nothing personal, honest!?). An hour later, I was back on the road again, thankful that Rich had driven us to and from Edinburgh.

The week may be a short one, but if today is anything to go by, I have a feeling it's gonna feel just as long as any other. Things are not going well, and the unintuitive nature of the work I do is wreaking havoc with my exhausted mind and body. Perhaps Glencoe wasn't quite as relaxing as I'd intended?

Listening to: The Divine Comedy - Promenade

Watching: Wonderful You

Reading: CD inlay sleeves