At times like this a lot of me questions the wisdom of deciding to write a daily diary. I’m just back from drinks with my ex colleagues at the company I’m temping at for this month. I don’t drink much nowadays (in my old age, ha!) and even though I only drank less than two glasses of wine over the night, I feel slower, and moodier than usual. Everything seems to have a little dark edge that comes out as soon as my thoughts dwell on anything I find difficult. I’m fully aware that it’s just something my brain is doing at the moment that is colouring the way I see things, yet it’s difficult to step out of.