It’s 10 am on a Saturday morning and the oven’s on. Gonna make me some rice porridge. Not cos it’s a healthy breakfast or anything, but at the moment my mouth feels as if it’s filled with cotton, and my mouth is a bit in denial. It doesn’t think it’s capable of chewing or swallowing or doing much.

Fatigue – when you didn’t realise that there is a whole other world past knackered.

Fatigue is when your body has so little energy that thinking about getting out of bed is exhausting. Fatigue is when you really want to brush your teeth cos cotton and stuff, but the walk to the bathroom feels like a marathon.

Fatigue is having a bottle of Düsseldorf mixture in the bathroom, which alleviates the cottony feeling, but being too exhausted to walk in there and rinse.

Fatigue is watching five eps of Friends in a row, that you’ve seen too many times and Ross is really annoyving, with commercials, cos the thought of standing up from the couch is too much hard work – let alone the actually physical nature of standing up.

Fatigue is trying to write a blog that makes sense, and lose all track of where you were going…

Fatigue is having rice porridge for brains.