Tuesday was very, very hot. Felt I might have turned a corner last night, but I still have a limited appetite. We watched a good thriller called The Control Room as well as keeping up with the Tour de France, which is pretty exciting. Feel very tired still. David keeping in touch to see if we’re coping with the weather: I didn’t think there would be a problem, but it’s extremely draining and hard to find a cool place. BBC falling over themselves with apocalyptic scenarios. Happily this evening it’s easing off a bit. In the afternoon we drove up to the chemists to get my pills, but they didn’t have them. Still, it was nice and cool in the car. Dot spoke to Des, who went to the cinema to keep cool. She is now catching up with her e-mails. Watched last episode of The Control Room – really very good.
A thunderstorm in the early hours was much appreciated. Not a bad night – slept till just before 7am, when I took my pills. Gradually feeling better, but still heavy-headed. Dot got me toast after I’d got her a cup of tea. She didn’t sleep so well. Rang up Lily – no real change – and sent off a number of e-mails. Hello Fresh came, and I managed to eat some sausages, which I have to say surprised me. Later spoke to Ray on phone; Christine is really in a bad way. Watched cricket (v South Africa) and Tour de France, plus a very good documentary on Scafell Pike, which I always wish I’d climbed, like Bencathra.
Thursday was much cooler but dry. Dot went to Sutton School in the morning and had a great time. I read through an article Phil had sent me and later spoke to him on the phone about it. Also found a chess game from many years ago that Patrick McDermott had asked about, took a pic of the cutting and sent it to him. Finished antibiotics but still very tired. Bridget came to clean in afternoon, and I am reading The Partisan, which David gave me for Father’s Day. Woke during the night feeling sick, but it soon passed.
Friday – was dry and mild, though compared to earlier in the week it seemed almost cool. Dot went to Newton Flotman – another success story. I had a bath after shaving and cutting my nails. After lunch Phil K came round to discuss his manuscript, which went really well, but after 90 minutes or so I had to go and lie down. Slept for a while. Dot went out for drinks, and I popped over to say hello to Des, Chris and Ciara very briefly. Sean has a problematic heart condition. Derek Bower is in hospital with sepsis. Des got us fish chips, and I ate a fair bit while we watched Tour de France. Excellent coverage as always. David FaceTimed and said I looked better. Had a good chat. Watched another episode of The Undeclared War, which is first-class and quite frightening
Saturday was mild, mainly overcast. Colin came to cut our hedge and rebuild our wall – £160 + tip. His son Jordan got a first in law. Managed to eat a decent lunch, then Paul came round and we had quite a long chat. He had had to be rushed into hospital when a varicose vein burst and blood spurted out. He lost about two litres, and fainted, but by then had alerted an ambulance. Scary. Had longish phone call with Kristine, who had her cornea cut by flying glass/splinters caused by pigeons. Yes, pigeons. She’s ok now. Still feeling very tired, and it was a struggle to eat dinner, but at least I had a couple of glasses of wine. Also walked up on to path. Watched cricket, Tour time trial and last two episodes of Faroes noir Trom, which were deeply unsatisfying.
Today Dot is at church, for a special St Aug Way moot + Communion + shared lunch. Couldn’t quite face it, but probably should have gone. i just feel tired and fuzzy-headed. It probably won’t go until I actually do something.