Finding it hard to concentrate today. Brooding hypochondriacally on the procedure tomorrow didn't help. Also a man came to discuss gutters, in a disappointingly non-guttural accent.  I got had couple of hours agency work on eye vitamins. Managed to lope off to the gym too, which helped to reduce the twitchiness.

Spoke to First Matie, whose day of poorliness meant I had the couple of hours work, and Sophie who is off to Andros' Godmother's funeral in Cyprus. When my lovely Lorraine got home, we watched the brave and noble Chelsea ride their luck to win the Europa cup. To bed early.