Woke up with some difficulty and was consumed by nausea on the dog walk - physical, not metaphorical. Fell quite queasy still and not looking forward to work. I am supposed to go to an event later today but I'm going to cry off - it's probably going to rain so it will be a crush inside the gallery, and as there is enough virus sodden moisture hanging in the air already - I don't want to pick up anything nasty from the art community of Hastings and St Leonard's.
Papers are more depressing than usual - I'm quite sure that the suicide rate in the UK is directly related to the Daily Mail website.
It's astonishing that the stupidity and vanity of one vain 80 year old man is about the tip the Arab world into chaos. At least we get to watch it live on telly, munching Pringles and drinking wine in the fashionably decorated living rooms of Hampstead and Pimlico.
The BBC Weather Girl looks EXACTLY like Kate Middleton. It just occurred to me that we are going to have to put up with that poor girls face plastered over everything for the next 50 years, Diana style - I bet the Daily Express are already stockpiling punning Headlines, and if my experience of the newspapers is anything to go by, someone will already have drafted her obituary - just for the files etc.
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