Sleep : it's something that happens to other people. On Sunday the power was out in my flat from 9.30am until 9pm, by which time I had gone insane from claustrophobia (no light! basement flat. couldn't even read.) and escaped to clockworkwasp, but really, between that and the heat at the moment, I have not got two brain cells to rub together, and yet still I am at work. Oh well.
Hanging onto sanity by thin fraying thread at the moment. Have to go and talk to the police tomorrow, which should be fine, and Saturday, which may be less fine. Hugs welcome. Caffeine would be more welcome, but I'll do something about that later.