10th September 2006

Saturday blinked into life late in the day. My eyes half opened and there was enough of a dull throb in my head to let me know I was awake, though the bit of my brain that was experiencing the pain was obviously too pre-occupied to tell my body. I slithered from bed to the chaise longue and the world buzzed by without bothering me too much. I managed to sneak some football in the TV when the Wee Lad turned away momentarily, though it never lasted.

Mid afternoon the thunder started. Loud, low, long and lumbering the day felt an empathy with me. It couldn’t even be bothered to rain.