Sorry to have been absent from this blog - my sister came to stay and we went to Cardiff for the weekend. We saw Dame Edna and his alter ego, Sir Les Patterson, the Cultural Attache. Completely marvellous. I managed to get to Cardiff and back with only a slight wobble going over the bridge - and I slept like a log in the hotel. I've now had 5 nights in a row where I've slept well - almost too well as I'm still tired when I wake up. I dozed most of yesterday but I feel more alert today. Still in pjs, however, so I must get up and have a shower.
This week is a quiet one, for which much thanks. I was going to London tomorrow with my Aunt, but I've cancelled that as neither of us is up to it.
Back here again soon.
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?