Friday, August 19, 2011

 

Tired.

I have very little to show for feeling so tired.
I know I have falled asleep three times during the day.
I will be so glad if Dr O could get to the bottom of this.
I did some ironing, but was very happily interrupted by Frieda.
I don't iron very much - just our outer clothing. It seemed to take an age.

I feel almost nervous at the prospect of going to Ford. The last time I went there, I failed to get round all the stalls because I felt so rough.
Surely, things won't be so bad tomorrow?

And hopefully, tomorrow I shall have both energy and something interesting to write about.

We missed this drama at Littlehampton during the week.

It was dragged off the next day, with a high tide.