16.29pm Thursday 2 April 2020 A litany of everything that could go wrong. Going wrong. So I’m going back to bed. 23.55pm Everything that could have gone wrong went wrong.
Right to the very end. I don’t quite know where to begin. I woke up early. A dull dreary looking day. I could not get back to sleep so I made a mug of tea and brought it back to bed with me.