My first day back at work. It wasn’t a good day for going back to work: Adrian’s teething cough transformed into a plain and simple cold during the weekend and he was feverish and unwell all day yesterday. Neither of us got much sleep during the night. And he was totally not interested in food and just wanted to nurse, so I left Eric and him with a bottle and a heavy heart – and hurried back as soon as I’d finished my half-day of work.

In the end they managed pretty well of course, and Adrian had accepted the bottle, but he was happy to nurse when I got home.

At work I spent most of the day getting my new computer up and running and installing Windows. Installing stuff is, I think, my least favourite task at work. I’d rather scrub the kitchen than battle with network card drivers or look for the right download files on MSDN. A gazillion flavours of Windows 7, all of them with long names that look almost identical at a glance, so finding the right one is a real chore.

By the time I left the office my lower back hurt. Even though I only worked a half-day, and I do not sit still when sitting in front of a computer. I am just not used to this much sitting any more.

I had also forgotten that it is a good idea to bring something to read on the train.