What a mental old day. I worked until six thirty then I crossed over the road (my friend) and put on my caring head to do my second mentored shift at Samaritans. I fell into a heap in my armchair at half past ten with coffee and toast. Man had had to work over this morning so came home after I had gone to work and had to leave for his next shift about twenty minutes before I arrived home this evening. We're like ships that pass in the night!
Now instead of being completely knackered I'm feeling wired and wide awake. This does not bode well for a restful night's sleep. Where's that mallet?!