The thoughts of me and my dog who used to be Harvey, but is now George, who is Harvey's great-great-great-great-nephew.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Tonight, Matthew, I have ...
I woke in the middle of the night with a vile headache. And that's the worst time: you immediately - correction, you are probably a rational, sane person - I immediately start to think I have a brain tumour. Although for some reason last night I decided I was about to have a haemorrhage.
In truth I knew I was just dehydrated after not drinking enough before, during and after circuits. But try telling me that at 4 am.
Aren't these tulips lovely? A friend brought them for me last night.