A little bit of Frida

Up earlyish and making breakfast. Lorraine had an egg and toast this morning, and regretted it. She is stills struggling to keep food down after several days. Spoke to Mum who was feeling gloomy.

Cold still bad feeling decidedly ropey and it moving onto my chest. Paracetamol is a boon.

Otherwise recording with Robin taking about the latest National Poetry Competition winner, Ursula K. Le Guin and a few other bits.   And lay low, feeling thwarted, wanting to do lots of things but having no energy. They will be coming to paint a plague cross on the door soon. 

Early evening, I watched a film about Frida Kahlo called Frida, with lots of stuff about her tempestuous marriage to Diego Rivera.  Seeing Teotihuacán reminded me of my time in Mexico City. Salma Hayek rather good in it.

The real Frida Kahlo. An unforgettable face.