Whirlwind

The insane insufferable tiredness of sleep deprivation. Eyes hot and gritty, body sore and tired from battling gravity all day. Another Tuesday night saw me struggling before the return to work. Then a whirlwind day - outside a gale whistling round the portakabin, rain hurtling at the windows, and inside girls missing appointments, coming at wrong times, being double-booked, refusing to come, and in one case racing about my room with great glee on my wheeled desk chair.