Well, I went to bed and drifted off, but the Wakeful Imp woke me up so I never got into a deep sleep. Came down and had a bowl of cereal, which might help. Daisy looks unwell - she's off her food - so I shall have to call the vet in the morning. I'm not even tired, damn it, but somehow I have to go to sleep. I deliberately had a quiet day so I could get off tonight, but that seems to have been a waste of time. Having said that, the quiet day was probably a good idea so as not to over stimulate myself. I must go out tomorrow - the longer I leave it the more difficult it will become. However, I'll ask the vet to call as I can't face a trip to Beaminster. I'll just go round the village.
I'll try again.
I spent 16 years in the RAF defending the Free World , then got bunged out unceremoniously for being bipolar. I and was subsequently diagnosed with PTSD. Funny old world, isn't it?