Well, I've survived on very little sleep today! Largely due to coffee and energy drinks, which are supposed to be terribly bad for one. I love them. Dozed a bit this morning and then went to see Kate who has moved house to a fabulous barn conversion - it's light and airy and all on one level. Lovely. We had carrot cake. Now I'm at home with vanilla coffee and yet another Red Bull.
I'm meeting up with my sister tomorrow - she's coming to stay, which is great. I have 8 people for lunch on Saturday and she will help me panic. All the food comes from a wonderful outfit called "Cook" who deliver frozen meals and I just have to cook them. Marvellous. Chicken and ham pie, potatoes, carrots and peas followed by pavlova and then cheese. And the odd glass of something, I expect.
Off to watch the news.
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?