I'm having a terrible time today. I found a piece of paper in my living room that has the following written on it, '26th November!'. It's in my handwriting, so I know someone hasn't planted it in my house to destroy the balance of my mind, though that would be a good prank.
I have no recollection of writing it, I have no idea why today is significant. I have spent all day racking my brains but I'm still totally baffled. All day I've been haunted by the feeling I shouldn't be here, but where am I meant to be?
It's not anyone's birthday or anything. I'm not supposed to be at work. So where on earth am I meant to be?
If you've wasted your Saturday waiting somewhere cold and windswept for me to arrive. I can only apologise. May it comfort you to know that I too have suffered.