I’m supposed to be going to a work-mate’s leaving do tonight in Camden. Unfortunately my spirits are at a low (again) and the thought of making cheery conversation while my head is full of bloody murder is not particularly attractive to me. The thought of all the things that I am supposed to be getting done this evening (from washing and packing, Christmas present wrapping to flat-tidying and bill paying) also fills me with a certain degree of horror. I’m off to Norfolk after work tomorrow evening. Finally a break.