… few days – or more like a few weeks – I’ve been complaining about not feeling too well. I had an idea about what might have been happening and now I know.
With having turned off the alarm last night, I was looking forward to a decent sleep. I had something much better than 08:40 in mind.
I don’t know what I had done during the night but I awoke feeling totally and thoroughly dreadful. I know that I’ve been feeling down just recently, but this was down on another level.
It took a while to haul myself out of bed and have breakfast and by now I was feeling rather better. Well enough to set out into town to pick up my medication and a baguette at Delhaize.
I had a wander back via FNAC to see what cameras they had on offer but there was nothing that I really fancied having a play with.
But this was where my little morning stroll came unstuck because I was hit with a wave of fatigue.
I headed off back to my little room, passing by the corner of the Vital Decosterstraat and the Monseigneur Ladeuzeplein to see what the noise was, to find that they were pressure-washing the walls of a building.
Back home, I really fancied a coffee but instead I sat down in a comfy chair and went to sleep.
Round about 13:30 I came to and made myself a sandwich, but by 14:00 I was on the bed and under the covers. Goodnight Vienna!
The next thing that I remembered was that it was 21:30. I can’t recall ever feeling as ill for ages as I was feeling right now, and I’m heading off home tomorrow morning. But I forced myself out of bed to pack and then went back to bed. And that’s my lot for today.
