How appropriate that I should be awake during the missing hour - recently I have felt that I was entirely missing from life. The last few days have been better, although I've been very tired and have slept a lot. Hence no blogging, for which I apologise. I still wonder who reads this.
My lovely friends arrived yesterday - we've known each other for 22 years. They are a wonderful couple - funny, charismatic and such good company. There are very few people I could have had to stay at this stage in my recovery, but they are welcome. We spent the afternoon and evening in the kitchen, eating and drinking - firstly tea, then whisky/vodka and wine - then adjourned to the sitting room to watch TV. There's a great deal of rubbish on during Saturday nights.
Today, we're having a roast with two other friends from the village, and then two more friends are coming for drinks in the evening. The weather forecast is full of dire warnings about gales and floods on Sunday night and Monday morning, so I expect to keep my house guests until Tuesday.
More coffee, I think.
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?