I took more care with pillows last night – to sleep comfortably on my back, I need 6 pillows arranged behind me (as I found in hospital, raising the back of the bed is not the same thing, I’m better with pillows), another pillow under my knees and a cushion under my feet to save me from sore heels. The Sage took the small area of bed remaining. I was very comfortable. Didn’t mean that I slept later than 5 o’clock, though. 4 or so hours sleep a night isn’t enough, and I’m very tired today. Unfortunately, so is the Sage, who has admitted (only when I asked him for complete frankness) that sleeping next to someone banked around with pillows is not too restful in itself. So, vastly regretfully, we’ve agreed that I’ll sleep in another room for a while.
All in all, I feel a bit low today, and keep wanting to cry. This isn’t like me, but I’ve sort of been expecting something like this because one always has a downswing sooner or later, and I think the best thing is to explain to the family why I may be a bit snappy or overreact to a small perceived problem. Today, we’re doing the condition report for the sale, but we’ve a break at present as the Sage had a funeral to go to (a friend has died of cancer at the age of 48 – please don’t think I’m complaining about my situation, I have nothing at all to complain of and everything to be grateful for) so Weeza has gone to call on a friend in the village. Her lovely mother-in-law is over for a few days, so is looking after both Phil, who has taken a day off work, and Zerlina – they’ll all be loving that time together, whilst Weeza is enjoying a few hours of freedom, even if we are making her work!
Actually, just writing that last bit has done me good. I feel okay. Do you think a small glass of sherry would complete the cheering process? Or possibly a smidgen of chocolate. Hmm. Sherry, chocolate, which is better?
There’s only one way to find out. Chaaarge…………