Saturday Evening

Well, I made it there and back in one piece.  We had a lovely lunch, finishing off with cherry pie and cream, then had a natter. I came home and nodded off in front of Flog It, and now it's Strictly, but I can't stand Bruce.  So I thought I'd come into the kitchen and blog a bit.  Going out was exhausting, but I enjoyed myself.  I don't know how long it will take to get my energy back, but it's certainly missing at the moment - I wonder if that's because my sleep is so interrupted.  Even though I feel OK in the mornings, I still fall asleep for short periods during the day, so I think I must be tired.

Now I'm on the mend, I find it hard to remember how I felt even a week ago.  I'm not ready to read back here, as I'm still vulnerable, but I will when I feel better.  It must be Nature's way of protecting me - not to remember - because it would be too painful to be able to think about it when well.  I do recall the mineshaft, but not how far down it I was.  I remember the absence of feeling as I still have a bit of that, and I remember the pain.

Tomorrow, I'll try and have another shower and will do the washing - I put the rubbish out earlier.  But for tonight, it's the X Factor and bed.