Nope

Poor Donkey Body just wouldn't play last night. She said no when I tried to push her to the meeting and she carried on saying no. Not 5% not 3% not 1%. Just no.

Right now I feel as though physically I am in trouble. Very upset stomach, no sleep, burning temperature at night. If I didn't know what was wrong, I would at least know that something is wrong.

Of course it could be psychosomatic though I'm astonished to discover how my mind can affect my body so dramatically. Surgeon tomorrow, time to make the date. Maybe my bod is just freaking the hell out. My mind slides off the things I try to read, I cannot connect with anything at all and am dreading Northern Kin. If this is just mental/emotional there's no better way of suppressing it than with music, but if these symptoms denote a physical problem then this weekend it may well suck to be me.

Retreat from social media is necessary. However fraught the boxing controversy, there are at least good intentions around it on all sides - well most sides. The riots not so much.

'Am I a 'far right thug' just for asking the question?' comes the plaintive refrain.

Well, I dunno, is my general response, probably depends on the question. What is being asked exactly?

But one can never get this clearly defined.

Something something immigrants something something boats...

Leaving the aggrieved to sort out what they want to express, it's probably safe to say that if someone is tearing bricks out of garden walls to throw at mosques, they're definitely thugs of some sort, with political grievances born less out of societal decay and more from a diet of lager and cocaine.

But that's all far away, or needs to be. Trying to stir myself to buy necessary things for the cat and house sitter, trying to do things but no. The moment the cleaner is done, I will lie on a sofa in the front room and try to sleep. For now, this is the kind of little beauty I need;