These ads always have a slightly jokey 'light' quality, and really spook me out. Do people actually fantasise about having snazzy funerals?
This fatigue business is just getting more and more incredible. This moring I got up at 7:30 or so, but it was quite drizzly, so I thought I'd listen to the Nina Simone biography on BOOK OF THE WEEK, before hitting the dog park. That was about 9:15. Next thing I knew, I was still drooling in the chair with Moon snoring into the crook of my elbow, at 10:45...That is strange and sickly.
I went to the mall at Wandsworth, and saw another fox, right across the road from it, loping along, quite chilled.
When I got back, I actually managed to get my workout done, but it felt like the day was over, by then, and I felt knackered.