Just had a sleeping tablet...just one...no alcohol, rare...but it's got to be done. Mr Estate Agent just texted goodnight...sweet of him...hardly ever talk unless I feel I need to drown him...textually. Which is not often these days.

Some contact with people from work too...few words mean so much.

Lovely mail I responded to also...yes, lovely mail.

I feel a bit 'under the weather today' just the signs of cold, sore throat...nothing much. Managed to take paracetamol in a sensible manner...not a suicidal manner!

I feel dislodged from the normality of life right now. So strange one minute...then everything fits the next. I almost feel I am watching myself on some show...yes it's me, it's really me.

It is my son's 4th Birthday this weekend and I have to say I am getting slightly anxious about not being able to find a Noddy cake...he really has been very specific! Even Rory the Racing Car is not tempting...and there's bloody loads of those in ASDA!

Sleep beckons. I can feel the heavy pull of it sliding through my body. Night.