The morning given over to hypochondria sparked by a blood test and feeling out of sorts and twitchy. Work nondescript. Email from Katie keeping me sane.

MJ phoned in the afternoon and in the evening reading bits of the Fortean Times to me and laughing like a drain. Meanwhile the bairns fractious and bored...

Working on poems on the train. Finding myself quite liking some of my old ones. When not doing noble poetry things, I obsessionally play a tennis game on my mobile phone. I just can't win at it, but I play it until I have to stop through being too furious.