… this has been today. We seem to be back in the bad old days of six months or so ago, where I was falling asleep at the drop of a hat. And as for being stuck and unable to dismount from the porcelain horse, it all defies description.

Last night defies description too. Once more, being late to bed despite my best efforts to be finished early. It goes to show just how important it is for me to be home early from dialysis.

Anyway, once in bed, I stayed in bed and didn’t move, as far as I am aware. It helped having the heater on in here during the night and it made it feel so much better. I’d also turned on the heater that’s in the dining area so I”m hoping that it will be warm in there in the morning.

Then the alarm rang, and I awoke.

As I have said before … "and on many occasions too" – ed … the chances of me being in the army are about zero. If there would ever have been a war when I would have been young enough to fight, I’d have been up and down Leadenhall Street until I found a merchant shipping company that had a berth going for a trainee seaman in the Merchant Navy.

Having said that, though, I would have loved to have been on one of these nighttime patrols in World War I.

It took hours to rise up off my bed this morning in order to move about. However, once I decided to stand up, it was easier than yesterday to rise to my feet. Whatever was wrong with me yesterday that had sapped my energy and prevented me from rising to my feet, I seem to have recovered.

After I’d unlocked the front door ready for Isabelle the Nurse when she comes, I went into the bathroom to make myself ready.

Back in here, I started on the notes from yesterday. There was much more than I anticipated, and it took an age. They still weren’t online when Isabelle the Nurse arrived.

She had a good look at my right foot and its wound and how they had dressed it at the hospital. I told her about the scan that I need to have, and the antibiotics that I need to take. She seemed relatively pleased with all of that.

After she left, I could make my breakfast, including my porridge and toast. I can’t live without those in the mourning.

While I was eating, I was reading some more of THE REPORT OF THE WOOLHOPE NATURALISTS CLUB 1867.

We’ve still been discussing trees in Herefordshire, but now we’ve moved on to discussing the famous Ryelands sheep that have been reared here in Herefordshire and brought so much prosperity to the area.

But right now, it’s almost midnight, and the insects that inhabit the place will want to occupy it themselves soon, so I’ll say goodbye now and finish off the post tomorrow.

Have a good night.

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