Friday

Good morning,

I went back to sleep again eventually, being awake at night is my idea of hell, but I just wasn't sleeping, eventually I was just so tired.
In my view, nights are for sleeping, I would normally be happy to sleep from 9 or 10pm to 6 or 7am, but circumstances just haven't been allowing that.

Anyway, so I had vivid and sad dreams about churches, and I woke, got up, did my usual routine of fruit juice and three tablets, anti-histamine, vitamin and none of your business, then a cuppa and then I went out to post a letter, I find going out first thing quite hard, physically and mentally, not wanting to face the world and not able to walk well, but I posted my letter, I was lucky because although I have about 50p in small change as money, I found three stamps and put two on this bumper letter which contains pages of forms and three pages of covering letter, to try and improve my financial situation.

I put the rubbish out, my rubbish anyway. And when I got back, I put my laundry on. I always get a pat on the head and a cookie for doing my domestic tasks and my paperwork tasks.

Today I can't do much other than paperwork and housework, so I will apply myself to those.
I have a chest infection! It has started nagging recently, reminding me it is a year since that really bad illness, the one where I was drowning at night because I couldn't breathe, and I was waking up with blood that I had coughed up on the pillow, I have to assure you, I have never fought so hard to clear an illness, all because I did not want to end up in the hands of the Diocese of Winchester's police.