Standing in the kitchen

Right.

Nothing has happened yet, which nobody had warned me about. I think I expected to feel something immediately, and instead I made a cup of tea and put a wash on.

Day one. I am writing this partly because somebody else's day-one entry is the reason I felt able to do it at all, and it seems only fair to leave one behind.

I told one person. Not my mother, not work. One person, and only because she asked me a direct question at the right moment.

Sleep, in theory.