I am feeling rather ground down today. Oppressed particularly by work, as I have taken on too much, but also by the grimness of the world so that I can’t bear to listen or read the news, or anything to do with politics and society. Even the magazine is making me feel raw – not the work around, but its content.
Today is Saturday but it has been a working day except for a short trip down to Karakoy for coffee. Other than that – our doorbell rang several times today, once a postman seeking to deliver someone else’s residency card (I didn’t know the name so could not jelp), and once for a food delivery to our address but ordered by someone called Laila. Mysterious business, though I felt bad about the residency card having just undergone the wait myself.