A twelve hour working day led to a swift three ciders as I unplugged tv etc for damp work tomorrow. So I was left with cider brain on top of tiredness and music blaring. Cut a long story short I had the cathartic evening which I had promised myself for two months and I finally cried. Not a debilitating tear test, but more of a cleansing. Five mins later I felt fine. I guess that is the situation expelled. Music cures the savage beast but Radiohead IS the savage beast and sometimes best avoided.
So now I can play with my son tomorrow and feel in control of my destiny, certain that it is the way forward for all concerned.  I will be glad when this house is completed of work. My boss says the bathroom will be replaced sooner rather than later. 
Ok I'm off to sleep now, I am tired. Goodnight.
"long live the new flesh". (videodrome)