It's now 2100 and I'm watching Have I Got News For You on Dave. I've had a shower and changed my pyjamas - hadn't been out of them for a couple of days - and done the washing. I wish I had the manic energy without the mania. Or a dial that I could turn up when I needed a bit of oomph. There are still parcels to open, but maybe I'll do that tomorrow. I have a set of golf clubs which I'm going to sell on Gumtree - I've never been any good at the game and my arthritic shoulders mean that I can't swing properly. Ruins a good walk anyway.
Tomorrow I have a quiet day planned - maybe a bit of light blogging - and an attempt to catch up with the enormous amount of washing I have to do. So many people have stayed recently that I'm backed up with bedclothes to wash. Oh well.
I'm planning a party or two to try and be a bit sociable this year - my birthday party went well, so I might as well carry on. I'd also like to get a bit of sun in my bones later in the year.
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?