A lone female figure sits hunched over the old oak desk, wrapped in blankets to make up for the lack of heating. Having given up on the previous pursuit of staring into space, she now taps away in an apparently productive manner.
Time – 2:47 am
Cups of tea – 7 (and counting)
Times I’ve checked Facebook today – 6 (very good!)
‘Oh no! A chipped nail... better file it’ – twice
Meals – 1 ½ (poor nutrition, tut tut)
Cans of ‘Mother’ (a fantastic Red Bull substitute) – 1
