Had a very nice lunch out - thanks to Sam and Jenny - and then a friend popped in to see me.  I was out at drinks last night as well, so it's been quite a social weekend.  I seem to be sleeping well - mostly - but have the odd disturbed night.  I've just bought some new memory pillows - they're a bit hard at the moment, but I swear by them for a good night.  The old pillows were very much past their use by date.

I actually slept well last night - indeed, I overslept in a major way.  However, I've been quite productive since getting up - dishwasher emptied and filled again, beds made (not by me) and table tidied.  My friend Sally sent me two books which arrived this morning, and a birthday present has come, probably from my sister, which I haven't opened.  I've had FaceTime with Kate and Sally - for those of you sad people who don't own an iPad, that's where one talks face to face, like Skype, but on the iPad.  I'm now listening to the Indigo Girls - Swamp Ophelia.

Next week is quite busy, including a hair cut - my fringe is ridiculous.  My hair is usually very short, but I've grown it a bit for the winter.  It needs tidying up.  

I shall see my sister next weekend, which will be great - she's coming here for my birthday.

Oh dear - up in the middle of the night and active.  I've tidied the bathroom and I'm now about to sort out all my coats by the front door.  The washing is hanging up over the Rayburn and I'll do some more in the morning.  My kitchen is almost done, and I've wrapped up two parcels ready to send.  What next?  I've had to put cream on my hands again as they have become sore, but they're getting better.

Ho hum.  My thoughts are running slightly fast and I don't feel sleepy.  In a black bin liner are three Barbour jackets and five other coats waiting for jumble or for someone to take them.  Now I only have coats that fit me!

I shall try to get some sleep now, but I don't hold out much hope.

Listening to hymns on the iPod - most uplifting!  I must remember not to sing along as it sounds dreadful.  I used to have a soprano voice, but fags and gin have taken their toll.  I now have a Camel based baritone, with vodka thrown in.  So I tend not to sing, unless I'm by myself or with fellow drunks.  The trouble is that I love singing!

Bloody well pouring with rain again - bastard weather.  And one of my gutters is leaking - bastard gutters.  It's not very motivating is it?  However, I have finished tidying my bedroom and study (apart from one small shelf) - next stop the kitchen cupboards.  I think I might be going slightly high - I don't usually have this type of energy, and I'm reluctant to go to bed in the evenings as there's always something more exciting to do.

I've discovered that one can print postage labels on the Royal Mail website - so I've wrapped and stamped three parcels and I can just give them to the postman rather than having to go to the Post Office.  Much easier.

My thoughts are a bit fast and I'm listening to loud music - bad signs!  I'll take some extra quetiapine tonight and see if that slows me down a bit.  I'm having a birthday party at some stage so I need to be well.  Or a bit high!