A write off
Saturday. A hateful night, kept awake with a relentless dry and sore cough. Wretched day spent feeling wan and barking like a seal on the gold sofa. Lorraine went out to get her hair cut nicely, and then looking after me very well, cooking and bringing cough mixture. I love my wife. Read a bit. Watched TV a bit. Slept fitfully. A waste of a Saturday.