Saturday

Good morning peeps,

I was dreaming about Jersey. I dreamed that I finally came home, and Philip Bailhache was doing an angry and embarrassed speech to the States about stepping down, and he didn't look pleased to see me. Me and some others sneaked into the States chamber and took some computer stuff.
It was great to be home though.

Anyway, as you know, I got sick on Wednesday, the day before the London run, (not the London Marathon), but I forged ahead with my journey, wish I hadn't, I was so tired and ill.

I survived London but didn't get any of my usual enjoyment out of it.

I came home and have been ill since, still not 100%.

When I get sick it is like having a full-body migraine, usually lasts the same length of time as a migraine, but this time, probably because of London, it has been Wednesday to today, the weather hasn't helped.

Yesterday I went and did a few hours at the care home, but it was so hot, and I felt so ill. I came home, cancelled the driving shift, and went back to bed.

I am still tired but hopefully I can do some writing and things, and do a driving shift this evening.