Tired Still

I woke this morning at 11:30 and jumped out of bed as I couldn't remember when my physio appointment was today. My appointment card said 14:00 so I jumped back in bed and had another 30 minutes sleep. That's half the day gone! I hate this recovery from night shift mode, it really mucks up my four days off. And I have a splitting headache.
I am guessing that, despite all the porn films that I have watched that hint to the contrary, my physiotherapist is not going to be a stunning Adonis who wants to examine my whole body intimately, so I am not dressing to thrill. I'm just making sure that I have trousers that I can roll up above my knee, which is the area under scrutiny at the moment.

Other than this though, I have nothing planned for my day today or tomorrow day either. Then tomorrow night I am aiming to go to Soho, Comptons in particular as they are having an auction of the Kings Cross Steeler boys. I won't be bidding for one but there may be some flesh on show, who knows?