Saturday, 29 January 2011 which I'm very depressed

I'm very depressed. And exhausted. And stressed and anxious. It's a real pain in the arse, y'know.


  1. are you still ill, too? is there anything we can do to help?

  2. All right, fella.

    You could always get on the train and come to Basingstoke.

    Not an obvious recipe for happiness, admittedly. But it would be a treat for me to see you...

    Love your work.


  3. I can't do any of those things. I've had Brigeen staying this week, then yesterday we had to go to Letchworth for Haggis and childcare, and today Kelly's mum jets in from Ireland. So free and easy jaunts across London aren't likely. Besides I'm not sure I'm ready for an hour and a half of public transport ON A GOOD DAY.