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So after two nights of taking half doses of the brown manure-stinking gloop, it seems to be working. Perhaps I’m tempting fate there, but it’s sent me off to sleep, just as it promises. There have been no nasty side effects like there was the first time, so that’s a bonus.

What it does do, though, is knock me out for precisely eight hours. So, go to sleep at half midnight and you’ll wake up at half eight, regardless of the fact that the alarm has been keeping everyone in the block awake since seven o’clock, or the bin men are chucking around glass bottles right outside your open window and smashing them with glee in the back of their lorry.

So, I’m happy. In fact, I even look forward to going to bed for the first time in weeks. This time last week I’d have been dreading it.

It’s been a hideous day today, though. I sat down to what looked like a nice quick tweaking job at half ten and finished at two this afternoon, feeling flustered and frustrated. Crazy directories, hideous coding and a monstrous style sheet had me swearing at my screen for the whole morning (albeit very quietly and very discretely). I don’t think anyone noticed.

Then this afternoon, picking up little facts here and there to build a set of tables and graphs. Such sloooow work. Quite rewarding by the time you get to the end, but it seems to go on forever.

Fortunately UK Gold shows non-stop comedy repeats on summer evenings, or I’d be tearing my hair out, and there’s little enough of that left as it is.

I’m trying to work out some train routes for a trip in September. Russia is on hold at the moment - probably until next year - so I’m looking at Bodo in Norway. It’s up above the Arctic Circle on the end of a very scenic railway line that runs north from Oslo.

The German Railways site, Die Bahn, has a trip planner for the whole of Europe, but it gets very confused when you start heading north. It recommends setting off east on a train to Harwich, then taking a boat to Demark and heading on from there. Even forcing it to go via Brussels skips the Eurostar, once again pushing you to Harwich for the boat, this time to the Hook of Holland.

In one final attempt to find a route through the tunnel to mainland Europe, I forced it to plan via Waterloo, from which the trains head across to France, and after some chugging it gave me a result: Chelmsford to London, London to Chelmsford, Chelmsford to Harwich, and then a boat across the water to Denmark.

Gah!

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