I'm feeling helpless and bored and self-pitying and angry and all the other things I feel on the second or third day of a cold or flu or whatever when the fever subsides and dozing is no longer the only option.

Today I also feel cynical. This is new. Maybe more on this later.

Hell, this way the weekend I was going to escape from visting Motheland, and travel to Dorset - my favourite county even if I was at school there - and go to a birthday of one of the few friends that date back to University days. The first time out of the Brighton-London-Guildford triangle since my holiday in June, the second time since godknowswhen...

I'm raving a bit. A bit raving.

I can't type (or read) for long because my glasses pinch my nose. Anyway I lost my latest-prescription glasses on Tuesday and this pair have stopped working properly.

A friend came round to do some shopping for me this morning, but that's it for the weekend. Alone with my cattarh, resentments - and cynicism.

MOAN MOAN MOAN MOAN MOAN