Peony power

Much better night's sleep, but still a shadow of a man. Trying not to infect Lorraine with glumness. I set myself small targets, while reminding myself how lucky I am despite feeling at a very low ebb.  Lorraine off for an invigorating session with her personal trainer.

I ordered some books and contacted a poet about being interviewed by me for the podcast, went for a walk, taking a photograph for six Frenchmen standing by their two old mini cars parked up by the sea. I should have taken one for myself. They were clearly on some obscure car related jaunt, and were living their best lives. Lorraine gardening steadily, when I got home. I brought out the garden furniture from the garage. Spoke to Mum at tea time, I'm intending to see her next Monday, hopefully I shall be recovered enough by then. Then cooked for the first time in a week. A nice chicken and lentil curry.

Lorraine crocheting a finger puppet pig on the cold sofa. More of the excellent Foundation, which we are really enjoying. More Raymond Chandler. To bed feeling a lot less trepidatious now that I can sleep better.

Went outside first thing, and was greeted by these peony flowers in our garden. Gorgeous. I mean we all like flowers, but I was really staring into these this morning, and found their beauty almost decadent and overwhelming.