I’m trying to work out why I feel so guilty about taking a day off work. I’ve got a temperature of over 100 degrees, I’m having trouble walking straight, I feel terrible, everything is muffled and I can’t concentrate. And it still took me an hour to decide not to go to work this morning, and I still feel as though I’m cheating or letting people down.

I think perhaps childhood has a massive effect on adult life.

Perhaps if I went to work at lunch time …