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.
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?