The number of the truck/tank/747 that ran over me today.
The time by my computer is 11.15 and I've just woken up.
I went to sleep in my chair, in the middle of eating a block of chocolate.
So you can see how wasted I feel.
She might be comfortable in the nursing home but the clean-up crew is still battling on.
I am sooooooooo tired.
I want to spend the next two miserably cold days in bed with a pile of books but there is a list of phone calls that can't wait.
They don't have phones in the nursing home, a ray of sunshine wanders across what's left of my mind.