23 Monday
10.35. AM. Breakfast in bed. Cold grey sky. I feel very tired I did not sleep well at all. I always feel drained with no proper sleep.
Bobby and Val visited us yesterday afternoon. Their first visit since Anne and Lucy stayed with us for a holiday one month ago.
I attended church with Jill in the evening.
I cleaned the wooden floors in our home with a wet mop and bucket also did a small amount of Angel art work.
10.00. PM. Bed. I feel so hot, both my ankles are painful. House group meeting in St Helier. I have a chesty cough. I feel so tired, my legs went all wooly under me as I walked along to the 99.Pence shop to buy milk. Edward attended his painting class. I slept most of the evening in front of the television set.
No word from my sister Catherine in England from Singapore with her son. I feel down the pain in my ankle is suspicious the veins are standing out and are a deep dark blue, I do hope my legs don't start swelling up. My friend is being bullied by her daughter, she is very fragile at the moment with grief having been bereaved last April.
We have all the upstairs windows wide open as I feel so very hot it is a mixture of depression and hot flushes. I just want to sleep, rest and disappear...
Informed the manager of Cry that I may not be into work on Wednesday because of my bad chest and head cold.
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