In other news, my back feels as if it is on fire.

It hurts. A lot. Either it’s completely seized up through stress or I’ve strained something - but either way, it feels like burning and it makes me want to cry.

I’ve spent a good chunk of the evening lying on the hard floor with a book under my head (James Gleick - Genius - I’m hoping it’ll penetrate my skull, somehow) and my knees bent (classic Alexander Technique etude) and it still hurts like hell. Honestly, it’s so uncomfortable, like burning, like every muscle in my back is screaming, and I either want to cry or be sick, and I can’t decide which.

Somewhere in this flat there is a big bottle of ibuprofen 600mg from last summer, when I did my back in and had to lie on the floor for a week - but now I can’t find it. Come out, come out, wherever you are….