I hate reading people’s navel-gazing, whiny blog-posts. Makes me feel like I’m sitting on a bus on a rainy day with all the windows steamed up. Drawing faces on the glass and looking at my wet finger, realising, too late, that the water has come out of all these people’s lungs, has been touching their insides, chuntering round their bronchioles, or whatever those red snot-making cauliflowers are called. Ugh. I think yesterday’s post was one of those. I’ve been in a pissy mood for a week, but I am not tonight.