Walking back from the shops yesterday, a freak gust of wind blew a handful of grit into my face, and I got a bit in each eye. Eyes continued to sting until I got home; when I did, I looked in the mirror and discovered that the grit itself was apparently long gone but had left lasting irritations on the eyelids.

I hoped a good night's sleep would dispel these, but apparently not. My eyes still sting this morning, I'm in serious doubt as to whether I'm going to be sensibly able to stare at a monitor all day in the course of my job, and I'm seriously wishing I'd worn mad-scientist goggles to go shopping yesterday because there are easily worse things than looking daft for a couple of hours.

Perhaps I shouldn't have read so much Garfield yesterday; I now can't think of a more appropriate way to end this entry than ‘Helloooo, Monday’.