… miserable night last night.<\/p>\n
Still awake at 01:45, and back awake again at 04:00, drenched in sweat yet again, with a dry throat and a little nauseous. I can’t shake it off, can I?<\/p>\n
My travels didn’t seem to be so extensive, just for a change. Back in the family pile and my mother and father and younger borther were fishing out of the bedroom window into the river. They had me tying flies for them. Suddenly my borhter shouted up that he almost had a bite, and had I been quicker and doing my job he would surely have landed it. But the bath in the bedroom had no fish in it, no-one had caught anything and even the family cat was looking disappointed. MY mother then made one of her famous decisions that we were going to carry on fishing until we caught a bathful, even if it would take until next year and we were living in tents through the winter snows. “Fat chance of that” I thought to myself. I have a comfortable bed in a nice warm house and I fully intend to stay in it regardless of whatever plans anyone else had. I couldn’t imagine anything more boring than spending time fishing.<\/p>\n
09:00 it was when I left the bed for my medication. And at 10:00 I had an attempt at a bowl of porridge. Much to my surprise, I managed to eat it without any problems.<\/p>\n
Even more surprisingly I managed a mug of soup at about 14:30, followed by a tangerine and a couple of biscuits.<\/p>\n
And if that’s not enough to be going on with, later in the evening I tried a small plate of mashed potatoes in butter and soya milk, with peas and cheese. <\/p>\n
If all of that stays in, it will be the first for quite a while. First time since the night I came home from Belgium 2 weeks ago that I’ve had a hot evening meal, and first time since then that I’ve had three meals in a day.<\/p>\n
But the hot meal has brought back the toothache. It seems that I just can’t win. <\/p>\n
