Lucas at the checkout asked me if it had been one of those days. It had, most definitely. Nothing big, just stupid, not noticing, kind of things. Forgetting a purse, cutting a finger, burning an arm. Burning a hand. Sleeping, sleeping, sleeping. I can't remember being so weary, and I remember weary. Never mind, love, he said, it'll be over soon. I think Lucas lives with his Mum and being at home is the same as doing nothing. Good one, young Lucas.
And please stop calling me 'love'.
I do believe I've been following my tether around for so long I may have come to the end of it. On the other hand, maybe I just reached all the way around back to the beginning again. You know the lion in Dr. Suess's Sleep Book with a tail so long that when he bit it before going to sleep, it took so long for the pain to register in his brain that it was time to wake up again? Like that.
At least the ducks were enjoying themselves, paddling around in the makeshift ponds on the grass verges caused by the incessant rain. I should have joined them. It looked like fun.