So tired ...

I'm knackered.

I woke up at three o'clock in the morning again, and this time my eyes felt like they were on fire. I stumbled into the bathroom and peered into the mirror and saw that I had loose eyelashes gummed into both eyes which were now rapidly turning pink. A splash of cold water eased the gumminess and I managed to pick the lashes out from under my eyelids.

I couldn't go back to sleep though. My forebodings had turned into bodings, but that's not something I want to write about on here, at least not at the moment. I need to write about it, but it will be somewhere else I think.

Dudley again today, which makes a little under six hundred miles and about ten hours worth of driving in two days. This is silly, but at least I've got a week off next week.