Tiredness exists on about eight different levels today. Bubbly and a school night - it's a tumultuous relationship, isn't it?
The best I can manage today is a whinge about being unable to avoid wearing tights any longer. We may still be getting 16-17 degree days, and I happen to spend nine to five sitting underneath the world's most enthusiastic heater, but the walk to and fro work is starting to get chilly.
So the tights have been dusted off and I don't even want to think of how long it will be before they can be retired.