October 22, 2007
When Bronwen described me as being exhausted yesterday I dismissed the notion. Tired yes, I said, but exhausted? Hardly! Yet travelling down to the Island today it occurred to me that sheís probably not far off the mark. Iíve never been particularly adept at pacing myself despite any claims I might make to the contrary. I tend to allow stress to accumulate and then raise my tolerance threshold accordingly. And until I was on the bus this morning watching London recede into the background I hadnít really acknowledged just how strung out I am, and how in need of rest.