1 Not sure what happened last night, I cooked and ate dinner (trout) and read the paper and was suddenly overwhelmed by tiredness. Not ill, just exhausted. I thought a bath might perk me up, but it didn’t and I was in bed and asleep before 9. That meant I thought it was morning at 2 am and I didn’t sleep again, or not until I decided to get up at 7. That sent me off for half an hour, oh yes.
2 May have to postpone meetings, as we’re getting so many apologies. Oh good, that means I might have time to get ready for them.
3 My sister asked if I was free for a literary lunch in London in June, which I’d have liked to go to. Unfortunately, it’s the same day as a concert in Blythburgh church – the only daytime one I’ve booked for, except the children’s one which is at a weekend. Always the way, innit?
4 When preparing the trout, I cut my thumb. I thought I was in for a painful time, as I was handling both salt and lemon juice, but it hasn’t hurt at all, then or since. Quite odd. Actually, I just bit my thumb to be quite sure it hadn’t lost all feeling.
5 Looking out of the east window, the sky is grey. On the west side, the sky is blue. The Sage took Ben for his walk this morning (I expect it was a short one but can’t blame him) and I haven’t been out of the house yet. I have to go out after lunch but would much rather stay home and skulk by the fire.
I’m sorry to say that my friend, whom I visited in Norwich hospital a couple of weeks ago, is very ill and unlikely to see the weekend. I shall not see her again: family visits only now.