This time, the root cause is pretty clear. We're ready to put the house in Ireland on the market. The estate agents have had a look, suggested what needs doing (clean and de-clutter) and a value. It will go on the market in two weeks. They didn't suggest finishing the outstanding renovations. The price hit we'll take isn't too bad in comparison to the hassle of remote supervision of workmen. I'm not sleeping because I'm feeling guilt for being in the wrong country to help out with any of this, so it is all falling on my husband, and nervous because it is the beginning of another unknown process, where people can jerk us around. Finally got to sleep at about 3am. Woke up at 6.30.

Tasty chicken can be obtained by marinading strips of it for about an hour in yoghurt, fresh chillis, garlic, fresh mint, ground cinammon, cumin and coriander before cooking on the grill pan. Longer would even be better, I suspect, but I was too hungry.

There shall be tasty Belgian beer at the weekend. Hurrah.

I still have no purpose. Boo.