So there’s a point after my night shifts when I run into a wall. Usually a fairly solid wall of tiredness. I’ve been a good girl so far – although I’ve watched a fair bit of TV (The Americans) I’ve also emptied and reloaded the dishwasher, hoovered the kitchen floor, taken out the recycling, taken out the composting, filed the papers that have been piling up in the kitchen, arranged taking Chester back to the garage (because his idle has gone to crap since they serviced him) and arranged my interview for the agency…
But as I contemplated going down to the garage to look at Minor seats I thought “hang on a mo, you’ve been up since 1610 yesterday, that wall is probably fast approaching”. I poured myself a glass of apple, I sat down and OHDEARGODAMITIRED.
I’ve got trouble focusing on the laptop’s screen, so I think, at this point, we’ve hit the wall. And now we STOP.
