1. I went on Zoopla yesterday just to see house prices, in case I wanted to move at some point. I mean, this is if I convince John to move to Swindon and if I don’t, I’m staying where I am.

On their website I saw that line of text: we know what a home is really worth.

What an imprecise use of language, I thought. That made me wonder what the answer to that woud be and I came up with something equally imprecise: a home is worth a lot of work. Why? Because people often say ‘it’s a lot of work but it’s worth it’ about whatever needs to be worked on.

Anyway, that made me think that if it’s a lot of work, I’m not doing it. But at least I know before I put myself through any unnecessary trouble.

2. I didn’t go to the radio today and I didn’t notify Shirley. The other day I tried to complain to her via email about that situation from fundraising dinner and she never replied. The next time I saw her she mentioned she gets hundreds of emails on some days. So I thought in that case she will be fine without mine. And not like I have anything in particular to do there.

3. Yesterday I had the idea that I have to recover from my mental health problems. I’m not quite sure how I’m going to do that yet, but I presume it’s possible.

The doctor prescribed me only 7 olanzapine tablets last time while I’m normally getting 10. That made me think that I’m recovering. I’m not being sarcastic in a slightest here; that’s what I really thought. And because it’s very difficult to evaluate the state of someone’s mental illness we can as well use the number of tablets prescribed to assess mine.