I started well! Beavering into emails, prioritising lists, confronting issues straight away rather than prevaricating. Commendable! And then, after lunch, I got soooo sleepy. Twice I let my propelling pencil slip from my grip to the floor. Clearly I should reduce my hours to half days. Or get to bed earlier.
So, to this evening and a marathon boat club meeting. The ground is getting well cleared; concrete pouring begins on Thursday. And best of all, we've cleared our debts - those members who've tided us over the last few months with loans will shortly all be repaid. Of course, I was keeping one eye on the Scotland score - 2-2 at half time! I mean, that's good. Against the wirruld champs, after all. But once again, we get no points for it. What might have been. What might have been.