There’s nothing quite like continuous pain to make you a pain in the butt. I’ve lost my temper with close members of my family, thought about running away from my job, have stopped riding my bike - and generally feel like a total loser. I had to cancel a session this afternoon because I just couldn’t cope with the idea of doing it. But I hadn’t been home except to work for an hour since 5.40am, and felt like I needed a long lie down. Instead I had a shot of Absolut while cooking dinner. Ah, sweet liquor numbs the pain (that’s a quote from the Simpsons - not me - I swear!)

Last night I dreamed about buying the most amazing house right on a beach. It was so far away from Miss M’s school we had to leave home four hours before the bell rang, and had to keep rebuilding the sandbar outside. It was huge, right on the water and also filthy (perfect for a domestic tragic like myself!). I also think it was in really bad repair. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a real estate dream, and I’m not sure what it means. I absolutely loved the house, even though it made my life a total nightmare. Hopefully not a portent of things to come.

I’ve just orchestrated Anzac Day so I only work in the evening. Hooray! And now I’m going to cook some polenta to go with the sauce Miss M and I made. If only we had some kind of chocolate in the house, I’d be a happier woman …

Today I’m loving: a toss up between Clive for the Impressionist tickets, and Jade - just for being awesome

(PS - thanks for putting up with my whinging)