I’ve come home today not feeling well and having decided to take the rest of the week off work; a few days’ rest with just a few commitments thrown in will do me no end of good. I have already realised, though, that I think I’ve left my diary in Surrey. This thought is making me nervous. I’m not sure why as I know what I have to do until I go back next week. I don’t actually need it. Even so, the idea of being 120 miles away from it for a whole week is terrifying. Maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe I need to overcome this fear and hence loosen my slightly neurotic attachment to my diary. Or maybe it is in my car boot after all.