I am tired. I can tell because I'm suffering from sense of humour failure, eating too much chocolate and having trouble reading.
On Saturday, I'm going on holiday to Cornwall avec Debs, HP and our parents. Until then, I will be trying to do useful things at work, frantically knitting, preparing notes to write an essay on things I haven't yet read, oh and Ceroc dancing (tonight, anyway).
What are you doing this fine August week?