My mum got a letter today from Hillary Perrott, who is the local Myers Briggs tester. She saw this article in the Times last Thursday, which rather fits with what I’ve been going through with boredom and work and so on. Not to mention disillusionment.

Meantime, my blood pressure was down to 158/96 on Friday, and I’ve found a job to apply for.

And best of all… BECKY ARRIVES THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW!

(you’d think I was excited or something, wouldn’t you?)