Tuesday 15.
8.38 AM. I have a painful neck muscle due to angel art work, looking down at my work desk and cutting shapes in the card continuously for several hours at a time without a break. Pail grey sky, very cold there is a cool silvery film to be seen on all the surfaces visible from my bedroom window, I feel cold even though tucked under the duvet and wrapped up in a fluffy dressing gown. I slept most of the night inside my sleeping bag on the top of the sofa bed in my studio.
I am sixty seven on Friday death is fast approaching me. Big food shop at Waitrose £136. Shopped at Iceland for frozen foods. Booked lunch at Longueville Manor Hotel for my birthday outing. I weigh eight stone three pounds. Forced to switch on the central heating this morning again. Shower. Cold all day. Graham phoned we are driving on Thursday. I paid £36 off food bill. Hot flushes tormenting me all day and evening my face is and feels so hot.
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