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My computer has intelligently turned the clock back an hour, as has my iPhone, but I must do the clocks.  We've agreed that we'll all sleep in as long as we want to, but might make coffee and go back to bed.  We'll probably go and get the Sunday papers from the village shop and have a really quiet day.  I wonder how my quiz team got on without me yesterday - they were defending the plate which we've won twice.

I can't believe so much time was wasted by my being ill - weeks of it passed in a blur.  Bipolar disorder had taken away many years of my life, I'm afraid.  And two careers.  I'm still bitter about the way the RAF treated me - I think we're hardwired for justice, and when something happens that is unjust it's difficult to come to terms with it.  It took me years to get any sort of closure and I'm not sure it's complete now.  Hence my therapy.

I think I"ll go to bed and watch TV.