Thursday lunchtime

Good lunchtime,

I went to the post office to post my letters, the man there is funny.
I posted my letters and got a ready meal for my lunch, which I have busily consumed.

I am chockful of painkillers and feeling a bit better.
Everyone is getting sick at the moment, I just seem to have got a double dose of it, with my cervical vertebrae and trapezium muscles adding their shout to everything.


I keep wanting to go back to bed, but it would be too easy to give up and go to bed for a year, so I will clip my nails and do the washing up instead.

It is letter writing day, so I must continue to write and try and break the deadlock.

I am all tense and sad and anxious.
I do not want to walk, walking down to the post office is the limit at the moment.