… right now and I’m nowhere near ready to go to sleep quite yet.
But there’s a good reason for that – well – a reason anyway, and that is that I’ve spent most of the afternoon in bed.
This morning depite the alarms going off at the usual time, it was about 08:00 that I finally left the bed.
First task was to tidy up, and the second task was to have a shower and a general clean-up.
Round about 11:00 Liz and Terry turned up to see how I was. I gave Terry his brush cutter and I gave Liz my old acoustic guitar to pass on to one of her grandchildren.
We went down to La Rafale for a drink and a long chat, and then for a long walk around the walls which totally tired me out.
For lunch we had a rather impromptu salad with all bits and pieces that were hanging around here, with some of my home-made bread which went down really well – the general opinion being that it was delicious which pleased me greatly.
After Liz and Terry left I worked on a few photos but round about 14:30 I fell asleep on the chair. I woke up at about 15:30, feeling so dreadful that I crawled into bed and that was that.
Rosemary awoke me round about 18:00 by phoning up for a chat. We had a good natter and then I made some tea. Falafel and pasta in tomato sauce.
This evening I was in no fit state to go out for my evening walk so I stayed in. But nevertheless I can’t go to sleep and that’s no good because it’s shopping day tomorrow and there’s a lot to do.
There I was, thinking that I was getting over this illness but it doesn’t look much like it to me. I have a feeling that this is going to be a long, hard haul.
