Monday feels like Thursday

It could be down to getting hardly any sleep last night, or it could be running two days on the trot for the first time (my knees hurt, and Angela, my ex-neighbour says I should watch out - you can buy new and better running shoes, but you can't buy new knees), but whatever it is, today has been dreadful. I've not done much preparation for Wednesday, I keep thinking it's Tuesday, I wish it were Thursday and it were all over. All I've really managed to do today is to fall asleep watching the end of 'Decision 79' - the 5 hour-long contemporaneous coverage of the election that put power in Thatcher's hands, which I recorded last week from BBC4. Just when you thought I could get no sadder!

There was so much smoking back then! Robin Day opened the programme with a cigar gesture, politicians finished their interview and turned to their pipes. You could look at a returning officer and you'd just know that he stank of smoke. I loved the sheer inaccuracy of it all - one result would come on the screen, and David Dimbleby, who did marvellously anchoring it all, would just read something completely different.

Today at school it was announced that there was a roundworm problem, on top of the perpetual headlice problem. The boy sat next to me at one point was scratching himself in a most unbecoming manner. I really didn't know what to do. And when you become aware of it, the amount of hand to mouth transfer in that room is just unbearable. They were told, and told, and told again about the life-cycle of the worm/egg, but they just couldn't keep their fingers out of their mouths. It was seriously grim.

Anyway, I did redeem myself somewhat with this morning's run - 15 minutes, quite solid, not fast, not too slow, just right.