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Tuned in to the Radio 4 documentary about Sarah Kane this morning. Of course I wouldn't have missed it for anything, and much of the content was fascinating to hear, but, inevitably, the whole thing made me pretty emotional - especially hearing her voice again a couple of times, a decade on.

Sarah was on my mind all through the bus ride to work. In the canteen, today, for the first time, I found the veggie option the most appealing of the three choices so plumped for the excellent ratatouille.

I was hoping to check my e-mail to see if any of my Sarah Kane e-pals had replied to my messages sent yesterday, and look at Facebook to check if my post to some football girls I was friends with years ago had got any responses, but the bastarding PC in the coffee lounge was on the blink, so I had to just sit around like a shmo for an hour and a half till my shift began at 3.30.

At least the shift was busy and without real incident, and Carol in the next booth engaged me in the occasional friendly bit of chat.