Just awake again after a nap when I got home from trekking by public transport halfway across Scotland to get to a non-local hospital appointment at 8:45am on a Monday. Aaargh.

Vision still blurred from myrdiatic eye drops: now waiting to get a priority date to be stabbed in the eyes. (Cataract surgery.) The magic words seems to be "this is preventing me from working," because Capitalism.