I wake to the screeching of my alarm. I don't have to look at the clock to know that it's two in the afternoon. My body wants to stay in bed but I can't. I need to get up so that I will be able to sleep properly tonight - or at least sort of properly. I need to get my sleep routine back to normal by Sunday morning when I'm due back at the hospital.
When I find myself aimlessly thinking about Grace, I consider messaging Tessa and asking for a date. It's tempting. But the prospect of being here when Grace gets home from School is even more appealing.
I shower, tidying myself up so that I don't look like I spent the bulk of the day in bed and then head through to the living room. Theo is there. He's in front of the TV, not watching it. The news is on but he's not paying it any attention at all.
His fingers are travelling across his laptop's keyboard quicker than I've seen anyone type before. I guess he must have finally started his next book.