Having rather a disturbed night, which is a bummer as I was very tired yesterday. There's a load of washing in the machine which I forgot to take out and which can now wait until the morning. Once again, I feel like the only person in the world at this time of the night - it's pitch black and quiet and all I can hear is my rather noisy fridge. I did get up to listen to the storm, but that was a bit of a damp squib. I was once caught in a storm force gale in the Med, sailing in a 55 foot yacht, at night, and the only people not being sick were me and the captain. Now that was hairy.
I have a meeting I can't avoid at 1500, so I'll have to drive, whether I like it or not. I can't think what's stopping me - I'm usually desperate to get back on the road, but not this time. I wonder if it's the anxiety that I'm feeling? I love driving as a rule, so I really must do it. Mustn't let myself be beaten by it.
My hands and feet are a bit better, although I still have residual itching on one of my hands. I'll try to go back to sleep now, I think, so it's off to bed.
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?