This morning

I still don't feel brilliant, and still decidedly nauseous. I took my time with the coffee and fags, but didn't fancy the toast that I'd promised myself when I woke up. The workhouse appointment went very well indeed. Now I shall only be applying for jobs that suit my qualifications. No more potato-picking 'opportunities'! No more warehouse jobs!! No more hiding my qualifications so I can get into a terrible job that I really don't want!!!!! In short, it was a success.