Yup. Home for about midnight, and asleep for 1 something. Then up at 6 to do overtime. I'm weary, disheartened and a little riled. Woe betide those who dare cross my path today. Or enter a lift with me and require even the briefest pleasantry. I already want to have a go at someone for a typo in an email I've stumbled across from 2014. It's YOU'RE, not YOUR!!