under another sun

A one step back after two steps forward day. Woke up at five, excited by the prospect of feeling better and being able to get on with things. Was at my desk at 7:30 and fiddling about with my writing, but I soon felt increasingly tired and sore throaty as the day went on. After a late breakfast, I sloped off to Morrisons and brought food for us. Felt a bit washed out afterwards, read more of my book A Natural History of Ghosts , which is a fairly fun. Also slept heavily this afternoon. Lorraine meanwhile, a bit frustrated as she tested positive for Covid again this morning but was feeling perkier at the end of the day. More The Silver Chair this evening, with the pessimistic but endearing and ultimately courageous character Puddleglum, a marsh-wiggle. It was a Puddleglum sort of day

Another day of haunting the house listlessly, feeling a bit poor. Lorraine worse today than yesterday. Spoke to Mum in the morning, and otherwise we lay low, moaning weakly and eating regularly. Charlotte finally got her copy of the sampler.  I started reading a book by Roger Clarke called A Natural History of Ghosts : 500 years of hunting for proof. Which was very interesting and described among other things recent ghost hunter, Andrew Green who visited a 'suicide house' in Montpellier Road with his dad when he was a kid, and felt when he was at the top of the tower that he wanted to throw himself off. He took a photo on the way afterwards, that afterwards when he had the photos back, seemed to have a ghostly face in it below.