That was what I call a bad day.
It started off reasonably enough with me being out of bed at 08:00. Unfortunately I hadn’t realised that Rachel was working the Saturday morning shift too these days, so the place was rather like the Marie Celeste.
That all took me back to bed, where the next thing that I remember was the hordes coming back at lunchtime. I had a little chat to Rachel but she said something about the leaves in the pool (yes, we have a swimming pool here now) and so I put on my coat to go outside and fish them out.
By that time Darren had returned and he was going at it, and he passed the baton over to Amber. So I came back inside.
Butties for lunch, seeing as we now have some bread, and then we discussed a few things about our plans for the afternoon.
It was at this point that I had a funny turn. To counter it, I went into my room to sit down in the armchair to let the feeling pass.
Next thing I knew was that Rachel was waking me up for supper. 19:15. I’d been out for about 5 hours. And a shame because I’d been up in the High Arctic again.
Totally unsteady on my feet I tottered off for supper and a chat, and then had that same old feeling so I came back in here.
I think that the three weeks away has finally caught up with me and I’ll be like this for a while.
I shall have to pull myself together.
And hats off to whoever sat down and read 72 pages of my blog today. You deserve a medal
