I had so much planned. On Sunday morning, I was stricken – no less – with acute pains in my left back which radiated down my leg and were, undoubtedly, sciatica. Quite out of nowhere, I’d done nothing to trigger it that I could think of. I’ve been well dosed with painkillers ever since and have been complaining to anyone who looks sympathetic.

Lucky that I’d done that cooking, it’s all in the freezer for when I feel like eating but not cooking anything. I’m starting to surface a bit now – my sister bought me some slow-release ibuprofen, which helps more than anything – and really must make that relish over the weekend.

Luckily, as it’s my left side, it doesn’t affect driving, though sitting is painful, as I’m the only driver in the family and we’ve had various necessary trips, including her dentist appointment tomorrow.

There has been torrential rain this evening, but no water in the house, thankfully. I’ll check everywhere tomorrow and drop the builder a line, assuming all is well, to tell him so.

Now going for a very long, hot bath, which is the best thing for me.