Men at Work

I may have mentioned, more than once, my sensitivity to noise.  Well, outside my kitchen window, two men are mechanically digging a hole to install my water meter and the noise is unbelievable.  I made them tea first thing but they didn't mention the noise.  It's agony and looks like going on for a while.  There's a strong smell of petrol as well.  These things are sent to try us, but I wish they hadn't been sent to me.  It's a nightmare of sound.

Erle might come for a coffee after Liz has been.  I can cope with people like Erle and LIz, Kate and Merrick, Jacqui and Jenny, because I don't have to wear The Face.  I'm relieved that no others have called to see me - it would be just too much.  Many people have offered but I've said no.  I wouldn't have done that a few years ago, and would have suffered, but I can now.  Writing the blog means that people can read about it and don't ask me awkward questions.  Hundreds of people have read it which is a bit alarming, but I hope they've got something out of it.

The washing looms over me like a sword.  I shall do it later, after I've had a shower, perhaps.  I have no idea why these things are so difficult to achieve - they rise like mountains in front of me and frighten me.

I'm off to have a nap.