I made pancakes for daughter when she got back from a trip to London today. She was tired and emotional and I whipped up some batter and fed her in the kitchen. She said "Noone's ever made pancakes for me when I'm feeling rubbish before."

The guys at work told me they really need me, and work would be terrible without me there.

I did some writing, trying to find the root of some of the anger I've been feeling recently.