When you’re sitting writing out reams of notes alone in an empty house, it’s hard not to feel as if your life is completely meaningless
Of all the things I expected to do today, filling a boot with talcum powder in an attempt to stop it squeaking was not one of them
It struck me today quite how much of my life is now ruled by medicine. I need aspirin to avoid headaches, Nytol to sleep, Sertraline to stay happy. The only thing between me and complete chaos is a gulp and a glass of water.
Isn’t life grand?