I see I was a bit optimistic there. Still feeling decidedly less than hunky dory, though I am able to move around and have even left the house twice: yesterday to get a puncture fixed on my car and today to go to the shop and buy us some supper, which I later cooked. Roast leg of lamb, since you ask.

I still have a lot of tiredness and congestion, though it’s looser and will no doubt clear up soon. (See how the optimism keeps creeping back.) Dot, however, is full of catarrh and has almost all the symptoms I had, plus a sore throat. Determined not to let people down, she fulfilled her P4C date in north London yesterday, but was in a sad state when she got back. She has been in bed since, apart from brief visits to the living room.

Everything on the horizon has been cancelled, including a performance by our band on Friday and a visit to London on Saturday (to meet Heather and Simon). Happily Geoff Saunders’ funeral is not till Friday week; so we should make that.