Today was the sort of day when everything went wrong. It started quite well when I woke up about 10 minutes before my alarm went off - for the past week and a half I've been giving up on going back to sleep half an hour before it went off. So I got up, felt a bit less tired - and then remembered I was going to the doctors and had to be there ten minutes before I usually left the house.

So I rushed around, which made me nice and dizzy and had five minutes to spare, so I had a lie down, which wasn't really long enough. Once I got outside I discovered the windscreen was more icy than it looked and did need a bit of scraping - only on the drivers side, the passenger side was fine.

Last night when I got back I'd been to Tescos and bought 12 litres of orange juice, among other things and my car felt too heavy to back into my space as I usually did. So because I left early this morning all the cars were still parked and it took me a while to get out.

So then I was running late, but would have been fine if I hadn't had that lie down. But never mind, I knew the roads would be fairly empty and I merrily went along at 2mph above the speed limit because I was in a rush. Until I came across blue flashing lights and the main road closed, that is...

So after taking the back way there I decided I was only going to be a few minute late, if that. So I parked at work and walked quickly - and arrived five minutes late. The computer refused to admit that I had an appointment, so I had a slight panic and stood in a queue for five minutes to talk to a receptionist.

For some reason the surgery have decided that an asthma review requires a twenty minute appointment. It took five minutes, not unsurprisingly, given that my asthma hasn't changed at all.

I made it into work five minutes early and thought that maybe my luck would change. No, turns out I cocked up the launch of a project the previous day in a rush.

It did improve from then on, but I am no less tired. I want to sleep for 100 days. Or 12 hours, I'm not fussed.