I read till about 4am. This is not to be recommended before one's first day at work - thankfully I wasn't starting until the afternoon. I am now officially working, which does make me pretty real, I believe. Sitting on the floor with one of my gorgeous children putting wooden rings on a wooden stick, it struck me that my brain could atrophy very quickly. But work is work and having a very small child giggling into your cheek isn't bad for a Monday.
Then, a shortish walk in the rain to the osteopath, a bluff, charming Englishman who barked "Yeah, yeah" before I got to the end of answering any question. He showed me into a sort of cellar which had beautiful floor tiles and then gave me a good working over with Nivea. I'm hoping this will sort out my injury. Amusingly I came home to an email from Go Ape headed "Miss that Woodchip in your Pants Feeling?" No. Actually.
The only book left is Truman Capote's "In Cold Blood" and I'm really not sure I can stomach all that wanton bloodshed. It may have to be Radio 4 instead on my computator.