Mice failing to play

Saturday. Lorraine off to see an old pal in London this afternoon, enjoying a reunion at Gabriel's Warf. Beth away, so I had the house to myself. I worked a little on the book this morning, then gathered up a collection of poetry books, with the intention of walking to a cafe and sipping coffee and reading them.

By the time I had walked into town I felt tired and achey. So I simply caught a bus back home, read nothing and went to sleep on the sofa for almost two hours. Whereupon Lorraine returned home again. Beth came home in the evening, feeling unwell and coughing abominably. So a low key Saturday night all round.