I completely underestimated this week. It is knocking me off my perch far harder than anticipated. At the football on Saturday I stood and cried when Stoke played a song at the beginning of the match for those that have left people this year – We can be heroes by Bowie. Don’t even like the bloody song!! I have not cried in public for many months. I then was out for the evening in a small club with bands on and spent some time in their crying to two strangers. It was alcohol fuelled of course, but all the same – I have turned into a gibbering wreck. I got completely wasted and felt totally shit for most of the next day and ended up arguing with a good friend. I have become paranoid and very sensitive. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. I appear to have lost the plot and I still have a full week or so of this. Think I might be in for a bumpy ride.