I’m off work today because I worked yesterday. It doesn’t, as I said at work, when being asked to swap, make any difference to me. Instead of bouncing round an empty house on Monday while Julia is at work, I will bounce around an empty house on Tuesday.

And that’s how it is. I have surfed the web, wasted my time and considered what to hve for lunch. It is now nearly 3pm and I have still had no lunch or done any proper work.

I haven’t written anything for ages, due to various illnesses and I really should get on with it. Same for decluttering. That never really got going, and then it stopped. In addition to that, I need to get some cooking done to ease Julia’s burden, as she’s been doing everything in the house for a month now.

Part of the problem is that I had a bad night last night. I meant to get a good night’s sleep, but ended up waking four times. I will be glad to get to Urology and get this sorted out again.

Meanwhile, I can remember one of my dreams from last night, something I don’t often do. Julia was on a voyage of Antarctic Exploration, and ended up forming a friendship with George Orwell. He hadn’t been in my mind when I went to sleep, and nor had the Antarctic, so I’m not sure where all this came from. As for the second, I remember having it but I can remember nothing about it.

I’d better do some work now, having enthused myself by blogging.

We have a lot of veg at the moment because we didn’t do a lot of cooking last week and I’m not good at cutting my orders down.

New 10p coins – typical British subjects?