Morning. It’s not even 9.30 on Monday and I’m already drained. My bestie has I think become clinically manic planning things for my party, and kept me awake texting both me and Tom repeatedly from 2.30 to 3.30am. I’m going to have stern words with her today, she’s making it more complicated than needs be and at this rate she’s going to crash big time before the party itself. Also I feel physically awful from having my sleep disturbed so much.

Then I woke to a missed call from my dad, which always means something worrying, so I called him straight back and he was in his friend’s car being taken to A&E with suspected carbon monoxide poisoning. He didn’t want to go because “I feel better now”, but thankfully his mate Danny insisted. He was very unwell in the night.

This combination of events has made me incredibly anxious, my heart is racing. I’m going to sit quietly and breathe for a few minutes, then I’m going to go for a walk in the sunshine and hope that helps.

Thanks for listening 👂