Day 289
I’ve spent most of the day trying to fix the front door handle, without any success. Both M and I are flummoxed by the poor workmanship on the handle, and… Continue Reading
Day 288
Today, I have been resting. Although my mind and body rebel against doing such a thing. I watched the BBC’s wonderful programme about TS Eliot’s The Waste Land. It reminded… Continue Reading
Day 286
I must be feeling better. I have done a full day’s work, albeit very slowly. I shaved mid-afternoon. I have taken out the recycling and the rubbish, both of which… Continue Reading
Day 285
Worse still than yesterday. Perhaps I’m expecting too much. It took me 3 hours to deal with 4 or 5 emails this morning. I took to the sofa for the… Continue Reading
Day 284
Worse. I have slept most of the day. No energy. Weird dreams; of cricket, of babies, of puppies, and villages with streets too narrow to squeeze through.
Day 283
Places I tried to sleep last night: our bed (unsuccessful), at the dining room table (unsuccessful), on the sofa under two blankets listening to my Aggie playlist (partially successful for… Continue Reading
Day 282
I’m sitting in the garden in the glorious sun after having stuffed myself full of breakfast cake, a double espresso, lots of water, vitamins and paracetamol. Although I feel dreadful,… Continue Reading
Day 281
So, after two and half years successfully avoiding covid-19, I have it. M tested positive yesterday, and I tested negative, and felt fine (we’ve been married for 31 years, and… Continue Reading
Day 280
In haste, as I need to leave for London soon. The real downside is that M is feeling very much under the weather and can’t come with me to have… Continue Reading