I am experiencing a slow recovery. The cough is a lot better and the muscle pain is reducing. It’s a long way from being gone, but it’s a lot better than it was.

I stayed in bed until 3pm today and that, as it often does, made things better.

Unfortunately, it’s work again tomorrow so I can’t repeat that.

The pain increased in the afternoon, a sharp stabbing pain between the shoulders as I was stabbed in the back at work (though I didn’t realise it at the time). Apparently my co-worker  can’t come to terms with the new rota (even though it has been done for his convenience. He now wants to swap it and have all Saturdays off while get the Mondays. I don’t want the Mondays. Julia isn’t off on Mondays. Two Saturdays a month off with my wife were a bonus of the switch round. But now they have been snatched away. It’s hard to say no when the excuse is that he has to look after a sick relative.

At the moment I have other things to worry about and when all that is fixed, I have a retirement date of November to work towards so it won’t be worth worrying about.

Apart from that – nothing.

Well, mainly nothing. I seem to have written a blog and some poetry notes despite everything so it’s obviously not been an entire waste of a day.

That’s it. Time for bed. That should make 250. No, it  was 246. Now it’s 250.

RNLI Window. Cromer.