Sunday morning

Good morning peeps,

Happy Mothers Day, especially if you are a mother. I will wake my adoptive mum up by texting her loudly in an hour or so.

You know what, I forgot to say happy St. Patrick's Day to you this year, and that is one of my favourites.

Anyway, I thought I might be in pain today, as I had to take meds all day yesterday during the move, but actually I am fine.

Last night I watched half of Evan Almighty, and reluctantly decided on an early night because of the clocks changing and because I was tired and didn't want to be ill.

The bedroom isn't heated, and as the flat is furnished, the bed isn't mine, so I had no idea how well I would sleep. An unheated bedroom is actually best for me, as long as I am wrapped up warm, because it helps my breathing.
Anyway, I bedded down, with the spare blankets on top of the duvet, and with a hot water bottle as well, and at first I was a bit uncomfortable, but I managed to support my head well, and dropped off to sleep.

I woke up at 6am this morning, what would normally have been 5am until the clocks changed. I had changed the clock, and the ones on the phone, tv and computer are automatic, so that was alright. I lay in bed for a while, listening to the dawn chorus enthusiastically yelling, then I got up and made tea. I have watched the end of the early Hollyoaks Omnibus, the signed version. They still put signed programmes on very early.

It is a fine morning, and I will go to church later, and in the meantime there is unpacking and sorting out to do. It is a pity I can only have this place temporarily, it is nice, I wish I could hope to have a safe permanent home one day but I don't know if I will survive the Church of England.