Right, that was a therapeutic chat. All the thanks. Much hugs.

I generally resist very strongly resorting to Dr Google, but a bit of poking around and I rather think I may have a stress fracture in my leg, and it may not be the first time so I'm probably permanently borked.

Bollocks. I liked running.

Survived the new travel experience and inevitably it was, in fact, an absolute breeze.

Thing is, at my age I really resent this whole 'and we insist on giving you new, character building life challenges'.

I don't feel I need all this growth.

I hate travelling. This is ironic because reasons.

One of my professional responsibilities is giving people feedback aka advice about how to improve stuff.

I've never been awake for surgery before, and it's an odd experience because sometimes they are chatting to you ('So, would this be free in the UK, then?') and sometimes to each other ('Look, it's a fibroma! It's hard! Give it a poke!' Boink. Boink. Boink).

WHY IT SO HOT?

My heatwave tip (not my original idea, but tested by me during 40+ with no air conditioning): make some cold water bottles. Freeze water in any random plastic bottle, wrap it in a small towel or similar and cuddle it, or rest your feet on it. Particularly good when trying to sleep.

When BlueSky keeps reminding you to verify your email, I highly recommend you do so.