… for my day out yesterday.

Once I finally managed to drop off to sleep, I was out like a light – dead to the world in fact. I felt nothing at all until the alarm went off, and I didn’t feel very much after that either.

After breakfast, I came back down here and went back to sleep, where I stayed until 09:30. Flat out.

Once I’d come round and had a coffee to rouse myself from my stupor, I made a start on my blog entry from yesterday. I’d crashed out pretty quickly after I’d returned home last night, without doing very much at all except to edit some of the photos.

I managed to go round for the baguette from the supermarket and as they had carrots on special offer I bought a punnet for cooking – remember that I have some meat pies to eat. On the way back, I recovered two more black plastic boxes.

But it was a struggle to go there, just as it is to climb the stairs. Apart from the muscle that I pulled last night as I arrived home, I have a pain in my left foot, pains in my knees and in my groin as well as in a few other places too.

Cracking on with my magnum opus, it finished up with 18 photos and a magnificent 3331 words, which is a record for a day’s entry under any circumstances and deserves a medal all on its own. I was exhausted.

Liz came on line too and we had a little chat too.

Tea was exciting – I boiled a few potatoes and carrots, and while they were doing I fried some onions and garlic in turmeric and cumin. Once the onions were cooked I added the par-boiled potatoes and carrots, and a tin of lentils and a tin of vegetables, some pepper and a stock cube.

There was enough for four meals, which is fine seeing as I have found the long-missing seal for one of the glass storage jars. One helping with rice and a banana drink went down a treat. It was delicious.

Now I’m going to have an early night and catch up with my recovery. I knew that I would have to pay for my day out yesterday, so I’m not all that bothered.

I hope that I’ll be feeling better tomorrow.

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