Today, I wore my contact lens for the first time in a fortnight. I also ventured to apply makeup, though not mascara. I seem to have managed being barefaced and bespectacled without feeling too self-conscious, though I have been asked a couple of times if I’m particularly tired, so it seems that the face-paint is an improvement. Liberating for once in a way, not caring what I look like. Not that I’m particularly vain, or I don’t think I am – that’s probably not true. We all have our vanities.
Squiffany spent much of the day here. She caught the sickness bug that’s been going around, but Al and Dilly had an appointment with their solicitor about the buying of their house. She lay palely in an armchair all morning, but revived by lunchtime and felt well enough to eat, and afterwards to play card and board games with me. It was really lovely to have her to myself for a while … once she felt better of course, poor little love. It’s a short-lived bug, only 12 hours – assuming she didn’t succumb again this evening, of course. Some of Elle’s friends have caught it too, so I hope she doesn’t, nor the Sage and I. She’s due to go and stay with another family on Thursday and we won’t see much of her for the rest of the year. It’ll be far too quiet, just the Sage and me.
15. Only a few examples of bullshit English. I wonder what they are?