I weighed Anastasia yesterday and she’s gained 9 grams since I woke her from hibernating. That’s quite a relief as it took her a week or so to start eating much. She still mostly eats lamb’s lettuce, but she ate nearly half a rose petal today. Variety in a tortoise’s diet is quite important. Did you watch Esio Trot the other night? I am not usually fussy about detail, but I found the tortoise husbandry bit quite hard to take. Cabbage is not recommended, certainly not as their entire diet, and being kept indoors with no sun lamp is no good at all for their shells. And sitting cuddling them doesn’t suit their temperament. I had to deep-breathe a bit.
I’m sleeping extremely badly at present. I think it was the realisation that Christmas was over and I had to get back to reality. I fall asleep, wake after a short nap and then worry for the next few hours. To distract myself from worry, I can read or play a game on my phone, but the light from it isn’t conducive to great sleep. Nor is worrying, however. Last night, I was in bed before 11, asleep by half past, awake again well before midnight. I went downstairs at 3, cleaned the kitchen, made porridge and a cup of tea, had breakfast in bed and finally slept around 4 o’clock, fitfully, for a couple more hours.
No, this is not good. I need lots and lots of lovely sleep and I have to think my way through the problem. For a start, I think I should go to bed later. I sometimes plan to watch a film on my iPad, but it isn’t happening at present because I’m too tired. I’m even too tired to read a book – yet, if I nap before midnight, I wake refreshed after a short time. The trouble is at present, of course, that I’m too tired to go to bed late.
The other thing is to crack on and get the damn work done. It’s going to take ages to do it all, months if not a couple of years. My friend Sophie, whose husband died after a short illness when he was in his early fifties, told me that it took her four years to get everything sorted out. The worst was their property in France because French laws were so difficult to deal with (and this was fifteen years ago, I think it’s a lot worse now). She also was the one who said that emotionally she found the second year worse than the first. But I can’t think about that and have to do what I can right now. Today, Al and Dilly kindly came over and helped me with some papers and we found a few more important documents. There are still quite a number that haven’t turned up yet, but we have a little more hope there.
The good news is that I’ve arranged to go and spend a few days with Zig again soon. Her daughter is still with her at present, but I’ll go down after that.
The other good news is that I’m really enjoying the dramatisation of War and Peace that was broadcast over ten hours on New Year’s Day. I’m not sure how I’d get on with the size of the cast if I’d not read it and I do find not giving the correct names is patronising and it brings out my more feminist indignation – in Russian, a man’s surname is Bolkonsky and his wife or sister’s is Bolkonskaya: Petrov or Petrova – this is not hard to grasp and not doing so takes away any authenticity. However, I’m not letting it get to me.