I woke up at 10.30.
Could not see anything out the window thanks to mist and rain.
Turned over and went back to sleep.
Woke up again when mum called at 3pm to check I was alive. A sudden feeling of depression hit me when remembering I finished my page turner of a thriller last night.
So I went to town to buy a new one.
On the bus, the apparently flu-ridden person behind me sneezed so hard that for a second, I had wind in my hair. Swine flu? Ew.
Had a coffee. Met nobody. Overheard a conversation I thought would make my eyes roll out of my head. Bought a bag of crisps. Took that and my new book home, perfectly content.