Bathroom cleaner

I castigate my own use of the word "should", which is just about to appear (wait for it...), but: I really feel as though I should be blogging the upheaval that's going on at the moment. Personal upheaval, not the post-election hung parliament uncertainties.

But I wouldn't even know where to start. I'll just say for now that my working week last week took place between Tuesday and Friday, and I feel as though I had no choice but to pack about ten days (should there be an apostrophe there?) worth of work into those four days. Some of it exhilarating, some of it scary and a lot of it stressful. Who knows what next week will bring.

I'm just grateful that over this weekend, for the first time in a long time, I was able to sleep beyond the time that I would normally get up for work. I've needed to.

I've spent some time today writing a post about the surrealist poet Jacques Rigaut, but it's going no further than my drafts folder right now, I just don't feel comfortable with posting it.