Stupid cat yowling woke me at 5 this morning. I swear it has three lungs, able to hold a note like a feline version of Bill Withers singing Lovely Day. Got up at 8:00am and had a last cup of tea with Tobs before he set off to Gatwick. As usual, very sad to see him go.

Made my final decision not to go to Caroline's wedding up in Birmingham. Had to send my apologies and spoke to Christiane and Anton. Am sorry not to see them all.

Worked on a new poem, read, and went out for an hour, returning I felt less shattered than before. Watched a TV documentary about beating fear of flying. I may try some of the techniques between the bouts of frozen horror on my next flight.