All go

It's blowing up a storm today. I got up to the sound of the wind whistling down the lounge chimney. Now I hear the rain lashing on the windows. Across the road, some builders are stripping off the roof ready to put a new one on. I wouldn't like that job on a day like this! I gather from Mrs B, who lives in a flat overlooking the Bay, that today the sea looks rough, cold & full of white horses. I'm not surprised!

I've got a quiet morning today, nothing that needs to be done. I've peeled the potatoes ready for this evening. The lamb & some bacon are thawing but there's nothing I can do to hasten that process. It's time I had a quiet day . Life seems very tiring for both of us at the moment.

The Fox has discovered the reality of the difference between ordinary healthy tiredness after exertion, and the fatigue that comes with a medical problem. The latter involves a drainedness. It does not necessarily imply a sleepiness, just a total lack of energy, a sure sign you've been overdoing it.

Next week is going to be another tiring one. Tuesday we've the dentist. Wednesday sees the Fox at the surgery for yet another blood pressure reading & blood letting. Thursday brings a friend from Kendal round. Those already are definite commitments. No doubt at some point we'll have some food shopping to do as well. And of course there's Angie, the cleaner, to come - not an entirely relaxing experience, but another necessity as neither of us feel up to the task of keeping on top of the dust & germs. And on top of that there's PD's morale to keep up as he adjusts to the fact that his son's father-in-law died on Thursday. PD doesn't cope with change well & is very anxious about the possible ramifications on so many people he cares about, his daughter-in-law, his children, his grandchildren, his wife, the widow.

It's all go, not being in good health!