Feeling much saner than I was yesterday, but… but I find myself in that tragic no-mans-land where I’m probably fit enough to return to work tomorrow, but still not quite up to running, or going to the pub, or eating furnace-like curries. Despite being on the up, I sense that this week may be something of a write-off. M is away in Edinburgh with her job, so from tomorrow, I fear I may find myself plunged into the kind of lonely, hollow despair that will drive me into the local taverns for the sort of fragile, momentary solace that only other middle-aged men and attractive young barmaids (I’m told) can truly understand.… READ MORE.... …