Not tipsy at all any more, and after a brief nap I’ve been doing the Sage’s typing because I’ll be out all day tomorrow. However, I thought I’d take my contact lens out and I can’t find it anywhere. I mean, it must be in my eye, but I’ve poked and prodded and I can’t feel it. You wouldn’t think that this would happen and I’d be completely unaware of it, but I don’t feel as if I’ve got a foreign body in the wrong place either. My fault for going to sleep without taking it out, but I usually get away with it. I hope it sorts itself out soon as I’ll have a sore eye tomorrow otherwise.
It’s raining again. It was fine this afternoon – in fact, we had a cheery barbecue in the garden. Good to see Phil’s parents, we don’t get together very often.
Ooh, it’s tipping down. Poor old Ro.