Restless night, asthma, cat wanting to go out at 4am, bad dreams about letters.
Dragged myself out of warm, comfy bed at 7am, made tea, lit fag, coughed.

Coughed, spluttered, gagged and gasped.(repeat)

Looked in mirror. Reeled from shock. Immediately shut my eyes tight for fear I would bleed to death.

Struggled through getting kids off to school. Showered, shaved, leaving the beginnings of a modish goatee, drove to work.

Met long-lost friend in reception. Chatted. Envied his emigration to America. Felt misery at wasting life.

Worked, phoned, emailed, read letters, worked. Lunched. *waved pom-poms with enthusiasm*

Returned to work. Worked, re-read letters of nightmare. *waved pom-poms with marked drop in enthusiasm*

5.15pm. Called it a day. Drove home, saw motorbike accident, rider not hurt.

Entered chez redleader. Overwhelmed with unconditional love, kisses, hugs and cries of glee. Had faced licked almost off. Eventually managed to quell dog.

Located wife and kids.

Had wine. Lit ciggy. Logged on.

Ran out of wine. Bought more.

Drank and reflected on the business of the day while blowing languid smoke-rings.

Fascinating, ain't I?

That's it for now, reality fans.

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