Non-day

A bit of a non-day. Feeling ill with the same bad cold Lorraine had. I waited for the briefing I had been told about yesterday, with tissue stuffed into my nostrils as my nose was streaming so badly. Did various bits of work, until at about midday I felt too tired to do anything. The briefing, however, never arrived nor was there any explanation about why it might not appear. But by the afternoon I was glad at this, as all I wanted to do was sprawl on the sofa and watch Larry Sanders.

Spoke to Sonia, who showed me views from a mountain property in Bulgaria her son wants to buy.  Tom chatty and cheerful as ever. Lorraine home again fairly early from school, and cooked for us. A quiet night in.