Too tired to blog

So sorry, my darlings. No blog today. Ran out of brain.

Not just no brain. Also almost suffered fatal injury by falling over pile of back copies of the New Statesman. DEATH BY SOCIALISM.

Also had to say goodbye to Team GB. Melancholy yet uplifted by final Olympic parade. So overcome with emotion had to spend early evening making special soothing chicken noodle soup. (With bean sprouts and spring onions; lovely.)

Also, the mare has a small wound, so had to run up to see her three times to make sure she was all right and to put on Wound Cream. That is actually what it is called. I love things that really are what they say they are. This one is by Royal Appointment and you can see why. It’s a miracle. The Queen must love it.

Also did 1485 words of book.

Also am slightly in sleep debt.

Also have about five different small deadlines and feel disorganised and persecuted by time. It moves too fast.

Also had to ponder what is clearly a new Boris plot to take over the world.

At which point: snap. Brain shut off.