It is a beautiful day.

It is a beautiful day, and the sun is out and beaming, when I go outside I cam smell the tarmac breathing and my face flushes from the heat, even the cars have stopped coughing so hard.

Unfortunately I have reacted rather badly to a course of vaccinations, which gives me the feeling of having both my arms broken whilst someone prods me relentlessly in the stomach and brain.

This morning I woke up exhausted, bleary eyed and confused at the digits on my alarm clock, which were all wrong. In fact, they were twenty minutes all wrong, so I said a lot of words which I'd rather not have to mention again, took 15 minutes trying to get a top on, moving my swollen arms as little as possible, and flat out sprinted to the bus stop, howling and tripping as I went.

Only to see said bus streaming merrily past.

I can't really describe my feelings properly today, because the sun has lifted my spirits so much, it makes me very reluctant to give in to the doom and gloom that my flourescent windowless office and aching body wants me to descend into.

Only three weeks to go now, and then I shall be free.