Last night I slept a night of sausage sleep: late to sleep, early to wake, squashed up and mashed up.
I've already done an hour and a half's work this morning looking at students' CVs.
They are trying to find work placements in the music industry, which at times can feel for all of us like pushing a boulder uphill. A spiky one.
The washing machine is roaring, Offsprog One's complaining about it and I told her to turn the volume down.
There's so much paper on the table that it looks like snow has fallen.