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Insufficiently Tiggry

Tall Andy (winning bidder of the work version of the auction, btw) took me to one side at lunchtime.

It seems I’ve been destinctly untiggry since I’ve weaned myself off the HappyPills^TM and he’s become concerned - possibly at the prospect of my “going postal”. Of course it would be more appropriate for me to “go postal” on my darling stepson but that’s another matter and young Grunt’s keeping a surprisingly low profile at the moment for some reason.

Anyway, I had a rather strange Hot Flush at lunchtime and was banished from the orifice to protect my colleagues, came home and headed up to bed to try to catch up on some sleep. Only partly successful, it would seem, but I seem to have reduced my sleep overdraft by five hours. Fine, as long as I can get some more creditting done this evening.

Here goes …