I slept fitfully when I went back to bed, and watched the news for some of the time. Then I had a terrible dream in which I was being chased by a serial killer with horrid sharp teeth - which left me a bit unsettled when I woke up. Had a lazy morning finishing off the kitchen, and the study is now absolutely full of rubbish. A friend came for coffee at 11, which was very nice, then I got dressed and here I am. I have to drive this afternoon, which is making me slightly anxious, but I'm sure it will be fine.
Just had pork pie for lunch - most enjoyable. My fridge is full to the brim with food for the weekend - I think I may have over ordered. Never mind - I'll eat it all when they've gone. The weather forecast for Monday is pretty dire - storm force winds on the coast - which means it will be quite bad here. Let's hope we don't get blown away. Better get myself together for the drive.
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?