We went to The Hippodrome, for their cheap and cheerful curry night. Beef Madras, as usual. Each with two poppadoms and a garlic naan.
Earlier in the day I’d done an afternoon delivery shift for Amazon. I did the three hour shift in about one and hour thirty (or poss’ forty?) minutes.
Back home, and I’m straight to bed, at 7.30 pm! And I don’t care. I feel like I ought be bothered about this continuous extreme exhaustion. But I’m too tired to be arsed with anything other than capitulating to it.