Still feeling off colour today. Slept in late (for me) thanks to new thick blind. Spent the morning tinkering ineffectually with poems. Then met Hannah, a friend from work who was down in Brighton for the weekend, to a virtuous lunch of vegetarian nosh at Food for Friends. Ate excellent vegetarian sausages ("snorkers") and mash, accompanied by sparkling water and orange juice, followed by some species of pear tart. She's good fun, and it turns out she knows Guernsey well too.

After this I sloped off home and phoned Mas to wish him a happy birthday. He said that he looked up his age this year and realised that he was 72. He'd gone through the previous year telling eveyone he was 72 when he was really 71. This year he is going to be 71 seeing as he missed out on it last year.

Felt absolutely shattered after these exertions and slept for a couple of hours. Loafed about later ineffectually and feeling increasingly rough and achey and went to bed early.