I can’t cope with the sort of stuff that I used to find stimulating.  I only slept for a couple of hours last night.  In the end, I got up and made bread – which I’d planned to anyway, today.  I make a loaf, slice and freeze it, and then we take out pieces when we need them.  I seem to have got the recipe right, at last, so that’s good.  I like a bit of interest, so put seeds and stuff in, but if there’s too much then it’s rather heavy and doesn’t go so well with LT’s breakfast marmalade.  I like poppy seeds on top but I can’t do it now, too much risk of black bits in the teeth – but I’ve bought white poppy seeds from the Exotic Supermarket, so I put some sesame and white poppy seeds on top and that was perfect.  I’m going to make bread for the blog party (sorry, BW, I’ll see if I can find anything wheat free to make too – is it just wheat or anything with gluten?…if you’re coming, that is).

I did all I planned to today except tidy the dining room, which isn’t very interesting and rain is forecast tomorrow, so I can do that then.  Or not.

I’m entertaining myself at present by planning my funeral music.  Not that I have any reason to expect it to be imminent or even in the offing, but it’s always good to be prepared.  In case anyone thinks I’m being gloomy, I would like cheerful funeral music.  And preferably, not quite yet.