Since earlier

As soon as I got home I took myself to bed. I couldn't sleep though. My mind is too full. After a while I heard a bit of a crash as something came through the letterbox. When I got up to investigate I found it was the opposition's papers for my hearing at the tribunal. That was a depressing read. I read a bit of the Mayhew and then lay down on the sofa for a bit of shut-eye. No chance; Madam took up residence, and started playing what to her severely-limited brain passes for music. It wasn't loud, but the aggressive percussion and pointless bass line seemed to ooze through the ceiling, and make the top of my skull feel numb. Well that was that. After a cup of tea with the usual accompaniments I made my way to the library, still feeling quite odd and out of sorts. Today has been a bit of a cunt really.